'Tis sweet to feel by what fine spun threads our affections are drawn together.

We set off afresh, and as she took her third step, the girl put her hand within my arm.--I was just bidding her,--but she did it of herself, with that undeliberating simplicity, which show'd it was out of her head that she had never seen me before. For my own part, I felt the conviction of consanguinity so strongly, that I could not help turning half round to look in her face, and see if I could trace out any thing in it of a family likeness.--Tut! said I, are we not all relations?

When we arrived at the turning up of the Rue de Gueneguault, I stopp'd to bid her adieu for good and all: the girl would thank me again for my company and kindness.--She bid me adieu twice.--I repeated it as often; and so cordial was the parting between us, that had it happened any where else, I'm not sure but I should have signed it with a kiss of charity, as warm and holy as an apostle.

But in Paris, as none kiss each other but the men,--I did, what amounted to the same thing -

- I bid G.o.d bless her.

THE Pa.s.sPORT. PARIS.

When I got home to my hotel, La Fleur told me I had been enquired after by the Lieutenant de Police.--The deuce take it! said I,--I know the reason. It is time the reader should know it, for in the order of things in which it happened, it was omitted: not that it was out of my head; but that had I told it then it might have been forgotten now;--and now is the time I want it.

I had left London with so much precipitation, that it never enter'd my mind that we were at war with France; and had reached Dover, and looked through my gla.s.s at the hills beyond Boulogne, before the idea presented itself; and with this in its train, that there was no getting there without a pa.s.sport. Go but to the end of a street, I have a mortal aversion for returning back no wiser than I set out; and as this was one of the greatest efforts I had ever made for knowledge, I could less bear the thoughts of it: so hearing the Count de--had hired the packet, I begg'd he would take me in his suite. The Count had some little knowledge of me, so made little or no difficulty,--only said, his inclination to serve me could reach no farther than Calais, as he was to return by way of Brussels to Paris; however, when I had once pa.s.s'd there, I might get to Paris without interruption; but that in Paris I must make friends and shift for myself.--Let me get to Paris, Monsieur le Count, said I,--and I shall do very well. So I embark'd, and never thought more of the matter.

When La Fleur told me the Lieutenant de Police had been enquiring after me,--the thing instantly recurred;--and by the time La Fleur had well told me, the master of the hotel came into my room to tell me the same thing, with this addition to it, that my pa.s.sport had been particularly asked after: the master of the hotel concluded with saying, He hoped I had one.--Not I, faith! said I.

The master of the hotel retired three steps from me, as from an infected person, as I declared this;--and poor La Fleur advanced three steps towards me, and with that sort of movement which a good soul makes to succour a distress'd one: --the fellow won my heart by it; and from that single trait I knew his character as perfectly, and could rely upon it as firmly, as if he had served me with fidelity for seven years.

Mon seigneur! cried the master of the hotel; but recollecting himself as he made the exclamation, he instantly changed the tone of it.--If Monsieur, said he, has not a pa.s.sport (apparemment) in all likelihood he has friends in Paris who can procure him one.-- Not that I know of, quoth I, with an air of indifference.--Then certes, replied he, you'll be sent to the Bastile or the Chatelet au moins.--Poo! said I, the King of France is a good natur'd soul: --he'll hurt n.o.body.--Cela n'empeche pas, said he--you will certainly be sent to the Bastile to-morrow morning.--But I've taken your lodgings for a month, answer'd I, and I'll not quit them a day before the time for all the kings of France in the world. La Fleur whispered in my ear, That n.o.body could oppose the king of France.

Pardi! said my host, ces Messieurs Anglois sont des gens tres extraordinaires;--and, having both said and sworn it,--he went out.

THE Pa.s.sPORT. THE HOTEL AT PARIS.

I could not find in my heart to torture La Fleur's with a serious look upon the subject of my embarra.s.sment, which was the reason I had treated it so cavalierly: and to show him how light it lay upon my mind, I dropt the subject entirely; and whilst he waited upon me at supper, talk'd to him with more than usual gaiety about Paris, and of the Opera Comique.--La Fleur had been there himself, and had followed me through the streets as far as the bookseller's shop; but seeing me come out with the young fille de chambre, and that we walk'd down the Quai de Conti together, La Fleur deem'd it unnecessary to follow me a step further;--so making his own reflections upon it, he took a shorter cut,--and got to the hotel in time to be inform'd of the affair of the police against my arrival.

As soon as the honest creature had taken away, and gone down to sup himself, I then began to think a little seriously about my situation. -

- And here, I know, Eugenius, thou wilt smile at the remembrance of a short dialogue which pa.s.sed betwixt us the moment I was going to set out: --I must tell it here.

Eugenius, knowing that I was as little subject to be overburden'd with money as thought, had drawn me aside to interrogate me how much I had taken care for. Upon telling him the exact sum, Eugenius shook his head, and said it would not do; so pull'd out his purse in order to empty it into mine.--I've enough in conscience, Eugenius, said I.--Indeed, Yorick, you have not, replied Eugenius; I know France and Italy better than you.--But you don't consider, Eugenius, said I, refusing his offer, that before I have been three days in Paris, I shall take care to say or do something or other for which I shall get clapp'd up into the Bastile, and that I shall live there a couple of months entirely at the king of France's expense.--I beg pardon, said Eugenius drily: really I had forgot that resource.

Now the event I treated gaily came seriously to my door.

Is it folly, or nonchalance, or philosophy, or pertinacity--or what is it in me, that, after all, when La Fleur had gone down stairs, and I was quite alone, I could not bring down my mind to think of it otherwise than I had then spoken of it to Eugenius?

- And as for the Bastile; the terror is in the word.--Make the most of it you can, said I to myself, the Bastile is but another word for a tower;--and a tower is but another word for a house you can't get out of.--Mercy on the gouty! for they are in it twice a year.-- But with nine livres a day, and pen and ink, and paper, and patience, albeit a man can't get out, he may do very well within,-- at least for a mouth or six weeks; at the end of which, if he is a harmless fellow, his innocence appears, and he comes out a better and wiser man than he went in.

I had some occasion (I forget what) to step into the court-yard, as I settled this account; and remember I walk'd down stairs in no small triumph with the conceit of my reasoning.--Beshrew the sombre pencil! said I, vauntingly--for I envy not its powers, which paints the evils of life with so hard and deadly a colouring. The mind sits terrified at the objects she has magnified herself, and blackened: reduce them to their proper size and hue, she overlooks them.--'Tis true, said I, correcting the proposition,--the Bastile is not an evil to be despised;--but strip it of its towers--fill up the fosse,--unbarricade the doors--call it simply a confinement, and suppose 'tis some tyrant of a distemper--and not of a man, which holds you in it,--the evil vanishes, and you bear the other half without complaint.

I was interrupted in the heyday of this soliloquy, with a voice which I took to be of a child, which complained "it could not get out."--I look'd up and down the pa.s.sage, and seeing neither man, woman, nor child, I went out without farther attention.

In my return back through the pa.s.sage, I heard the same words repeated twice over; and, looking up, I saw it was a starling hung in a little cage.--"I can't get out,--I can't get out," said the starling.

I stood looking at the bird: and to every person who came through the pa.s.sage it ran fluttering to the side towards which they approach'd it, with the same lamentation of its captivity. "I can't get out," said the starling.--G.o.d help thee! said I, but I'll let thee out, cost what it will; so I turned about the cage to get to the door: it was twisted and double twisted so fast with wire, there was no getting it open without pulling the cage to pieces.--I took both hands to it.

The bird flew to the place where I was attempting his deliverance, and thrusting his head through the trellis pressed his breast against it as if impatient.--I fear, poor creature! said I, I cannot set thee at liberty.--"No," said the starling,-- "I can't get out--I can't get out," said the starling.

I vow I never had my affections more tenderly awakened; nor do I remember an incident in my life, where the dissipated spirits, to which my reason had been a bubble, were so suddenly call'd home.

Mechanical as the notes were, yet so true in tune to nature were they chanted, that in one moment they overthrew all my systematic reasonings upon the Bastile; and I heavily walked upstairs, unsaying every word I had said in going down them.

Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery! said I,--still thou art a bitter draught! and though thousands in all ages have been made to drink of thee, thou art no less bitter on that account.-- 'Tis thou, thrice sweet and gracious G.o.ddess, addressing myself to Liberty, whom all in public or in private worship, whose taste is grateful, and ever will be so, till Nature herself shall change.-- No TINT of words can spot thy snowy mantle, or chymic power turn thy sceptre into iron: --with thee to smile upon him as he eats his crust, the swain is happier than his monarch, from whose court thou art exiled!--Gracious Heaven! cried I, kneeling down upon the last step but one in my ascent, grant me but health, thou great Bestower of it, and give me but this fair G.o.ddess as my companion,--and shower down thy mitres, if it seems good unto thy divine providence, upon those heads which are aching for them!

THE CAPTIVE. PARIS.

The bird in his cage pursued me into my room; I sat down close to my table, and leaning my head upon my hand, I began to figure to myself the miseries of confinement. I was in a right frame for it, and so I gave full scope to my imagination.

I was going to begin with the millions of my fellow-creatures born to no inheritance but slavery: but finding, however affecting the picture was, that I could not bring it near me, and that the mult.i.tude of sad groups in it did but distract me. -

- I took a single captive, and having first shut him up in his dungeon, I then look'd through the twilight of his grated door to take his picture.

I beheld his body half-wasted away with long expectation and confinement, and felt what kind of sickness of the heart it was which arises from hope deferr'd. Upon looking nearer I saw him pale and feverish: in thirty years the western breeze had not once fann'd his blood;--he had seen no sun, no moon, in all that time-- nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice.--His children -

But here my heart began to bleed--and I was forced to go on with another part of the portrait.

He was sitting upon the ground upon a little straw, in the furthest corner of his dungeon, which was alternately his chair and bed: a little calendar of small sticks were laid at the head, notch'd all over with the dismal days and nights he had pa.s.sed there;--he had one of these little sticks in his hand, and, with a rusty nail he was etching another day of misery to add to the heap. As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeless eye towards the door, then cast it down,--shook his head, and went on with his work of affliction. I heard his chains upon his legs, as he turned his body to lay his little stick upon the bundle.--He gave a deep sigh.--I saw the iron enter into his soul!--I burst into tears.--I could not sustain the picture of confinement which my fancy had drawn.--I started up from my chair, and calling La Fleur: I bid him bespeak me a remise, and have it ready at the door of the hotel by nine in the morning.

I'll go directly, said I, myself to Monsieur le Duc de Choiseul.

La Fleur would have put me to bed; but--not willing he should see anything upon my cheek which would cost the honest fellow a heart- ache,--I told him I would go to bed by myself,--and bid him go do the same.

THE STARLING. ROAD TO VERSAILLES.

I got into my remise the hour I proposed: La Fleur got up behind, and I bid the coachman make the best of his way to Versailles.

As there was nothing in this road, or rather nothing which I look for in travelling, I cannot fill up the blank better than with a short history of this self-same bird, which became the subject of the last chapter.

Whilst the Honourable Mr.--was waiting for a wind at Dover, it had been caught upon the cliffs, before it could well fly, by an English lad who was his groom; who, not caring to destroy it, had taken it in his breast into the packet;--and, by course of feeding it, and taking it once under his protection, in a day or two grew fond of it, and got it safe along with him to Paris.

At Paris the lad had laid out a livre in a little cage for the starling, and as he had little to do better the five months his master staid there, he taught it, in his mother's tongue, the four simple words--(and no more)--to which I own'd myself so much its debtor.

Upon his master's going on for Italy, the lad had given it to the master of the hotel. But his little song for liberty being in an UNKNOWN language at Paris, the bird had little or no store set by him: so La Fleur bought both him and his cage for me for a bottle of Burgundy.

In my return from Italy I brought him with me to the country in whose language he had learned his notes; and telling the story of him to Lord A-, Lord A- begg'd the bird of me;--in a week Lord A- gave him to Lord B-; Lord B- made a present of him to Lord C-; and Lord C-'s gentleman sold him to Lord D-'s for a shilling; Lord D- gave him to Lord E-; and so on--half round the alphabet. From that rank he pa.s.s'd into the lower house, and pa.s.s'd the hands of as many commoners. But as all these wanted to GET IN, and my bird wanted to GET OUT, he had almost as little store set by him in London as in Paris.

It is impossible but many of my readers must have heard of him; and if any by mere chance have ever seen him, I beg leave to inform them, that that bird was my bird, or some vile copy set up to represent him.

I have nothing farther to add upon him, but that from that time to this I have borne this poor starling as the crest to my arms.-- Thus:

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