A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy by Laurence Sterne
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Peace be to them! if it is to be found; but heaven itself, were it
possible to get there with such tempers, would want objects to give it; every gentle spirit would come flying upon the wings of Love to hail their arrival.--Nothing would the souls of Smelfungus and Mundungus hear of, but fresh anthems of joy, fresh raptures of love, and fresh congratulations of their common felicity.--I heartily pity them; they have brought up no faculties for this work; and, were the happiest mansion in heaven to be allotted to Smelfungus and Mundungus, they would be so far from being happy, that the souls of Smelfungus and Mundungus would do penance there to all eternity! MONTREUIL. I had once lost my portmanteau from behind my chaise, and twice got out in the rain, and one of the times up to the knees in dirt, to help the postilion to tie it on, without being able to find out what was wanting.--Nor was it till I got to Montreuil, upon the landlord's asking me if I wanted not a servant, that it occurred to me, that that was the very thing. A servant! That I do most sadly, quoth I.--Because, Monsieur, said the landlord, there is a clever young fellow, who would be very proud of the honour to serve an Englishman.--But why an English one, more than any other?--They are so generous, said the landlord.--I'll be shot if this is not a livre out of my pocket, quoth I to myself, this very night.--But they have wherewithal to be so, Monsieur, added he.--Set down one livre more for that, quoth |
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