y.

And yet, notwithstanding all this, and a pistol tinder-box which was
moreover filch'd from me at Sienna, and twice that I pay'd five Pauls
for two hard eggs, once at Raddicoffini, and a second time at Capua--I
do not think a journey through France and Italy, provided a man keeps
his temper all the way, so bad a thing as some people would make you
believe: there must be ups and downs, or how the duce should we get
into vallies where Nature spreads so many tables of entertainment.--'Tis
nonsense to imagine they will lend you their voitures to be shaken to
pieces for nothing; and unless you pay twelve sous for greasing your
wheels, how should the poor peasant get butter to his bread?--We really
expect too much--and for the livre or two above par for your suppers and
bed--at the most they are but one shilling and ninepence halfpenny--who
would embroil their philosophy for it? for heaven's and for your
own sake, pay it--pay it with both hands open, rather than leave
Disappointment sitting drooping upon the eye of your fair Hostess and
her Damsels in the gate-way, at your departure--and besides, my dear
Sir, you get a sisterly kiss of each of 'em worth a pound--at least I
did--

--For my uncle Toby's amours running all the way in my head, they had
the same effect upon me as if they had been my own--I was in the most
perfect state of bounty and good-will; and felt the kindliest harmony
vibrating within me, with every oscillation of the chaise alike; so that
whether the roads were rough or smooth, it made no difference; every
thing I saw or had to do with, touch'd upon some secret spring either of
sentiment or rapture.

--They were the sweetest notes I ever heard; and I instantly let down
the fore-glass to hear them more distinctly--'Tis Maria; said the
postillion, observing I was listening--Poor Maria, continued he (leaning
his body on one side to let me see her, for he was in a line betwixt
us), is sitting upon a bank playing her vespers upon her pipe, with her
little goat beside her.

The young fellow utter'd this with an accent and a look so perfectly in
tune to a feeling heart, that I instantly made a vow, I would give him a
four-and-twenty sous piece, when I got to Moulins--

--And who is poor Maria? said I.

The love and piety of all the villages around us; said the
postillion--it is but three years ago, that the sun did not shine upon
so fair, so quick-witted and amiable a maid; and better fate did Maria
des