Laurence Sterne,-A Sentimental Journey through France and Italy

 
-1-----

[100]

MONTRIUL

AS La Fleur went the whole tour
of France and Italy with me,
and will be often upon the stage,
I must interest the reader a little fur-
ther in his behalf, by saying, that I
had never less reason to repent of the
impulses which generally do deter-
mine me, than in regard to this fel-
low---he was a faithful, affectionate,
simple soul as ever trudged after the
heels of a philosopher; and notwith-
standing his talents of drum-beating
and spatterdash-making, which, tho'
very good in themselves, happen'd
to be of no great service to me, yet

               was

[101]

was hourly recompensed by the
festivity of his temper---it supplied
all defects---I had a constant resource
in his looks, in all difficulties and dis-
tresses of my own---I was going to
have added, of his too; but La Fleur
was out of the reach of every thing;
for whether 'twas hunger or thirst;
or cold or nakedness, or watchings,
or whatever stripes of ill luck La
Fleur met with in our journeyings,
there was no index in his physiognomy
to point them out by---he was eter-
nally the same; so that if I am a piece
of a philosopher, which Satan now
and then puts into my head I am---
it always mortifies the pride of the
conceit, by reflecting how much I
owe to the complexional philosophy

  H 3             of

[102]

of this poor fellow, for shaming me
into one of a better kind. With all
this, La Fleur had a small cast of
the coxcomb---but he seemed at first
sight to be more a coxcomb of nature
than of art; and before I had been
three days in Paris with him---he
seemed to be no coxcomb at all.

                  


next section