ontreuil, where we dine on choice pigeons. A very
moderate charge. No chamber-pot in the room, owing to the negligence of
the maid. This is an ordinary post. Set out again for Nampont. Troubled
with flatulences and indigestion. Mr. P. is sullen, and seems to mistake
an eructation for the breaking of wind backwards. From Nampont depart
for Bernay, at which place we arrive in the evening, and propose to
stay all night. N.B. The two last a redouble posts, and our cattle
very willing, though not strong. Sup on a delicate ragout and excellent
partridges, in company with Mr. H. and his spouse. Mem. The said H.
trod upon my corn by mistake. Discharge the bill, which is not very
reasonable. Dispute with Mr. P. about giving money to the servant. He
insists upon my giving a twenty-four sols piece, which is too much by
two-thirds, in all conscience. N.B. She was a pert baggage, and did not
deserve a liard."

Our hero was so much disobliged with certain circumstances of this
amusing and instructing journal, that, by way of punishing the author,
he interlined these words betwixt two paragraphs, in a manner that
exactly resembled the tutor's handwriting: "Mem. Had the pleasure of
drinking myself into a sweet intoxication, by toasting our lawful king,
and his royal family, among some worthy English fathers of the Society
of Jesus."

Having taken this revenge, he set out for London, where he waited upon
those noblemen to whom he had letters of recommendation from Paris;
and was not only graciously received, but even loaded with caresses and
proffers of service, because they understood he was a young gentleman
of fortune, who, far from standing in need of their countenance or
assistance, would make a useful and creditable addition to the number
of their adherents. He had the honour of dining at their tables, in
consequence of pressing invitations, and of spending several evenings
with the ladies, to whom he was particularly agreeable, on account of
his person, address, and bleeding freely at play.

Being thus initiated in the beau monde, he thought it was high time
to pay his respects to his generous benefactor, the commodore; and,
accordingly, departed one morning, with his train, for the garrison,
at which he arrived in safety the same night. When he entered the gate,
which was opened by a new servant that did not know him, he found his
old friend, Hatchway, stalking in the yard, with a nightcap on his head,
and a pipe in his mouth