clear into my purse; and pleasure! worth-worth double the money by it. With what velocity, continued I, clapping my two hands together, shall I fly down the rapid Rhone, with the Vivares on my right hand, and Dauphiny on my left, scarce seeing the ancient cities of Vienne, Valence, and Vivieres! What a flame will it rekindle in the lamp, to snatch a blushing grape from the Hermitage and Côté-Rôti, as I shoot by the foot of them! and what a fresh spring in the blood, to behold upon the banks, advancing and retiring, the castles of romance, whence courteous knights have whilom rescued the distressed;-and see, vertiginous, the rocks, the mountains, the cataracts, and all the hurry which Nature is in with all her great works about her! As I went on thus, methought my chaise, the wreck of which looked stately enough at the first, insensibly grew less and less in its size; the freshness of the painting was no more, the gilding lost its lustre,and the whole affair appeared so poor in my eyes!so sorry!-so contemptible !--and, in a word, so much worse than the Abbess of Andoüillets' itself—that I was just opening my mouth to give it to the devil,when a pert, vamping chaise-undertaker, stepping nimbly across the street, demanded if monsieur would have his chaise refitted.- -No, no, said I, shaking my head sideways.— Would monsieur choose to sell it? rejoined the undertaker.- -With all my soul, said I;-the iron-work is worth forty livres,-and the glasses worth forty more,-and the leather you may take to live on. -What a mine of wealth, quoth I, as he counted me the money, has this post-chaise brought me in! And this is my usual method of book-keeping, at least with the disasters of life,-making a penny of every one of 'em as they happen to me. -Do, my dear Jenny, tell the world for me, how I behaved under one, the most oppressive of its kind, which could befal me as a man, proud as he ought to be of his manhood. 'Tis enough, saidst thou, coming close up to me, as I stood with my garters in my hand, reflecting upon what had not passed.'Tis enough, Tristram, and I am satisfied, saidst thou, whispering these words in my ear; * 常 any other Every thing is good for something, quoth I. -I'll go into Wales for six weeks, and drink goat's whey, and I'll gain seven years longer life for the accident. For which reason I think myself inexcusable for blaming fortune so often as I have done, for pelting me all my life long, like an ungracious duchess, as I called her, with so many small evils. Surely, if I have any cause to be angry with her, 'tis that she has not sent me great ones:-a score of good cursed, bouncing losses, would have been as good as a pension to me. man would have sunk down to the centre. -One of a hundred a year, or so, is all I wish :- -I would not be at the plague of paying land-tax for a larger. CHAPTER CCXXXI. To those who call vexations, vexations, as knowing what they are, there could not be a greater, than to be the best part of a day at Lyons, the most opulent and flourishing city in France, enriched with the most fragments of antiquity,-and not be able to see it. To be withheld upon any account, must be a vexation ; but to be withheld by a vexation-must certainly be what philosophy justly calls VEXATION upon VEXATION. I had got my two dishes of milk coffee (which, by the bye, is excellently good for a consumption; but you must boil the milk and coffee together,-otherwise 'tis only coffee and milk)—and as it was no more than eight in the morning, and the boat did not go off till noon, I had time to see enough of Lyons to tire the patience of all the friends I had in the world with it. I will take a walk to the cathedral, said I, looking at my list, and see the wonderful mechanism of this great clock of Lippius of Basil, in the first place. Now, of all things in the world, I understand the least of mechanism;-I have neither genius, nor taste, nor fancy, and have a brain so entirely unapt for every thing of that kind, that I solemnly declare I was never yet able to comprehend the principles of motion of a squirrel-cage, or a common knife-grinder's wheel, though I have many an hour of my life looked up with great devotion at the one,—and stood by with as much patience as any Christian ever could do at the other. I'll go see the surprising movements of this great clock, said I, the very first thing I do: and then I will pay a visit to the great library of the Jesuits, and procure, if possible, a sight of the thirty volumes of the general history of China, wrote (not in the Tartarean, but) in the Chinese language, and in the Chinese character too. Now, I almost know as little of the Chinese language as I do of the mechanism of Lippius's clockwork so, why these should have jostled themselves into the first two articles of my list,-I leave to the curious as a problem of Nature. I own, it looks like one of her ladyship's obliquities; and they who court her, are interested in finding out her humour as much as I. When these curiosities are seen, quoth I, half addressing myself to my valet de place, who stood behind me, 'twill be no hurt if we go to the church of St. Irenæus, and see the pillar to which Christ was tied;-and after that, the house where Pontius Pilate lived. -Twas at the next town, said the valet de place, at Vienne.I am glad of it, said I, rising briskly from my chair, and walking across the room with strides twice as long as my usual pace;-for so much the sooner shall I be at the Tomb of the Two Lovers. What was the cause of this movement, and why I took such long strides in uttering this,-I might leave to the curious too; but, as no principle of clock-work is concerned in it,-'twill be as well for the reader if I explain it myself. CHAPTER CCXXXII. O! there is a sweet era in the life of man, when (the brain being tender and fibrillous, and more like pap than any thing else)-a story read of two fond lovers, separated from each other by cruel parents, and by still more cruel destiny Amandus-He, each ignorant of the other's course; He-east, She-west: Amandus taken captive by the Turks, and carried to the Emperor of Morocco's court, where the Princess of Morocco, falling in love with him, keeps him twenty years in prison for the love of his Amanda. She (Amanda) all the time wandering barefoot, and with dishevelled hair, o'er rocks and mountains, inquiring for Amandus!-Amandus !-Amandus!-making every hill and valley to echo back his name Amandus! Amandus! at every town and city, sitting down forlorn at the gate: -Has Amandus!-has my Amandus entered? till,-going round, and round, and round the world-chance unexpectedly bringing them at the same moment of the night, though by different ways, to the gate of Lyons, their native city, and each in well-known accents calling out aloud, Is Amandus they fly into each other's arms, and both drop down dead for joy. There is a soft era in every gentle mortal's life, where such a story affords more pabulum to the brain than all the Frusts, and Crusts, and Rusts of antiquity, which travellers can cook up for it. 'Twas all that stuck on the right side of the cullender in my own, of what Spon and others, in their accounts of Lyons, had strained into it; and finding, moreover, in some Itinerary, but in what, God knows,—that, sacred to the fidelity of Amandus and Amanda, a tomb was built without the gates, where, to this hour, lovers called upon them to attest their truths, I never could get into a scrape of that kind in my life, but this tomb of the lovers would, somehow or other, come in at the close; nay, such a kind of empire had it established over me, that I could seldom think or speak of Lyons ;-and, sometimes, not so much as see even a Lyons waistcoat, but this remnant of antiquity would present itself to my fancy; and I have often said, in my wild way of running on, -though I fear with some irreverence,- I thought this shrine (neglected as it was) as valuable as that of Mecca, and so little short, except in wealth, of the Santa Casa itself, that, some time or other, I would go a pilgrimage (though I had no other business at Lyons) on purpose to pay it a visit.' In my list, therefore, of Videnda at Lyons, this, though last, was not, you see, least; so taking a dozen or two of longer strides than usual across my |