jon the capital of Burgundy, and Challon, and Macon the capital of the
Maconese, and a score more upon the road to Lyons--and now I have run
them over--I might as well talk to you of so many market towns in the
moon, as tell you one word about them: it will be this chapter at the
least, if not both this and the next entirely lost, do what I will--

--Why, 'tis a strange story! Tristram.

Alas! Madam, had it been upon some melancholy lecture of the cross--the
peace of meekness, or the contentment of resignation--I had not been
incommoded: or had I thought of writing it upon the purer abstractions
of the soul, and that food of wisdom and holiness and contemplation,
upon which the spirit of man (when separated from the body) is to
subsist for ever--You would have come with a better appetite from it--

--I wish I never had wrote it: but as I never blot any thing out--let us
use some honest means to get it out of our heads directly.

--Pray reach me my fool's cap--I fear you sit upon it, Madam--'tis under
the cushion--I'll put it on--

Bless me! you have had it upon your head this half hour.--There then let
it stay, with a

Fa-ra diddle di
and a fa-ri diddle d
and a high-dum--dye-dum
fiddle...dumb-c.

And now, Madam, we may venture, I hope a little to go on.

Chapter 4.VIII.

--All you need say of Fontainbleau (in case you are ask'd) is, that it
stands about forty miles (south something) from Paris, in the middle of
a large forest--That there is something great in it--That the king
goes there once every two or three years, with his whole court, for the
pleasure of the chace--and that, during that carnival of sporting,
any English gentleman of fashion (you need not forget yourself) may be
accommodated with a nag or two, to partake of the sport, taking care
only not to out-gallop the king--

Though there are two reasons why you need not talk loud of this to every
one.

First, Because 'twill make the said nags the harder to be got; and

Secondly, 'Tis not a word of it true.--Allons!

As for Sens--you may dispatch--in a word--''Tis an archiepiscopal see.'

--For Joigny--the less, I think, one says of it the better.

But for Auxerre--I could go on for ever: for in my grand tour through
Europe, in which, after all, my father (not caring to trust me with any
one) attended me himself, with my uncle Toby, and Trim, and Obadiah, and
indeed most of the family, except my mother, who being taken