needful, as
Sabina was at the time the guest of Lady Ruby. She is called forth, and
Lord Sensitive openly avows her to be his wife.--Cumberland, _First
Love_ (1796).

=Sentimental Journey= (_The_), by Laurence Sterne (1768). It was intended
to be sentimental sketches of his tour through Italy in 1764, but he
died soon after completing the first part. The tourist lands at Calais,
and the first incident is his interview with a poor monk of St. Francis,
who begged alms for his convent. Sterne refused to give anything, but
his heart smote him for his churlishness to the meek old man. From
Calais he goes to Montriul (Montreuil-sur-Mer) and thence to Nampont,
near Cressy. Here occurred the incident, which is one of the most
touching of all the sentimental sketches, that of "The Dead Ass." His
next stage was Amiens, and thence to Paris. While looking at the
Bastille, he heard a voice crying, "I can't get out! I can't get out!"
He thought it was a child, but it was only a caged starling. This led
him to reflect on the delights of liberty and miseries of captivity.
Giving reins to his fancy, he imaged to himself a prisoner who for
thirty years had been confined in a dungeon, during all which time "he
had seen no sun, no moon, nor had the voice of kinsman breathed through
his lattice." Carried away by his feelings, he burst into tears, for he
"could not sustain the picture of confinement which his fancy had
drawn." While at Paris, our tourist visited Versailles, and introduces
an incident which he had witnessed some years previously at Rennes, in
Brittany. It was that of a marquis reclaiming his sword and "patent of
nobility." Any nobleman in France who engaged in trade, forfeited his
rank; but there was a law in Brittany that a nobleman of reduced
circumstances might deposit his sword temporarily with the local
magistracy, and if better times dawned upon him, he might reclaim it.
Sterne was present at one of these interesting ceremonies. A marquis had
laid down his sword to mend his fortune by trade, and after a successful
career at Martinico for twenty years, returned home, and reclaimed it.
On receiving his deposit from the president, he drew it slowly from the
scabbard, and, observing a spot of rust near the point, dropped a tear
on it. As he wiped the blade lovingly, he remarked, "I shall find some
other way to get it off." Returning to Paris, our tourist starts for
Italy; but the book ends with his arrival at Moulines (M