Laurence Sterne,-A Sentimental Journey through France and Italy




THE next morning, La Fleur
entering upon his employ-
ment, I delivered to him the key of
my portmanteau, with an inventory of
my half a dozen shirts and silk pair
of breeches; and bid him fasten all
upon the chaise---get the horses put
to---and desire the landlord to come
in with his bill.

C'est un garçon de bonne fortune,
said the landlord, pointing through
the window to half a dozen wenches
who had got round about La Fleur,
and were most kindly taking their
leave of him, as the postillion was
leading out the horses. La Fleur
kissed all their hands round and

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round again, and thrice he wiped
his eyes, and thrice he promised
he would bring them all pardons from

The young fellow, said the land-
lord, is beloved by all the town, and
there is scarce a corner in Montriul
where the want of him will not be
felt: he has but one misfortune in
the world, continued he, "He is
"always in love."---I am heartily
glad of it, said I,---'twill save me the
trouble every night of putting my
breeches under my head. In saying
this, I was not so much La
Fleur's éloge, as my own, having
been in love, with one princess or
other almost all my life, and I



hope I shall go on, till I die,
being firmly persuaded, that if I ever
do a mean action, it must be in
some interval betwixt one passion
and another: whilst this interregnum
lasts, I always perceive my heart
locked up--- I can scarce find in it,
to give Misery a sixpence; and there-
fore I always get out of it as fast as
I can, and the moment I am re-
kindled, I am all generosity and
good will again; and would do any
thing in the world, either for, or
with any one, if they will but satisfy
me there is no sin in it.

---But in saying this---surely I am
commending the passion---not my-

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