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league farther, to think of getting into Strasburg this night -- Strasburg ! -- the great Strasburg ! -- Strasburg , the capital of all Alsatia ! Strasburg , an imperial city ! Strasburg , a sovereign state ! Stras- burg, garrisoned with five thousand of the best troops in all the world ! -- Alas ! if I was at the gates of Strasburg this moment, I could not gain admittance into it for a ducat, -- nay a ducat and half -- 'tis too much -- better go back to the last inn I have passed -- than lie I know not where -- or give I know not what. The traveller, as he made these reflections in his mind, turned his horse's head about, and three minutes after the stranger had been conducted into his chamber, he ar- rived at the same inn. -- We have bacon in the house, said the host, and bread ---- and till eleven o'clock this night had three eggs in it -- but |
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but a stranger, who arrived an hour ago, has had them dressed into an omelet, and we have nothing. ------ -- Alas ! said the traveller, harrassed as I am, I want nothing but a bed -- I have one as soft as is in Alsatia, said the host. -- The stranger, continued he, should have slept in it, for 'tis my best bed, but upon the score of his nose -- He has got a defluxion, said the traveller -- Not that I know, cried the host -- But 'tis a camp- bed, and Jacinta, said he, looking to- wards the maid, imagined there was not room in it to turn his nose in -- Why so ? cried the traveller starting back -- It is so long a nose, replied the host -- The tra- veller fixed his eyes upon Jacinta, then upon the ground -- kneeled upon his right knee |
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knee -- had just got his hand laid upon his breast -- Trifle not with my anxiety, said he, rising up again -- 'Tis no trifle, said Jacinta 'tis the most glorious nose ! -- The traveller fell upon his knee again -- laid his hand upon his breast -- then said he, looking up to heaven ! thou hast con- ducted me to the end of my pilgrimage ---- 'Tis Diego ! The traveller was the brother of the Julia, so often invoked that night by the stranger as he rode from Strasburg upon his mule ; and was come, on her part, in quest of him. He had accompanied his sister from Valadolid across the Pyre- nean mountains thro' France, and had many an entangled skein to wind off in pursuit of him thro' the many meanders and abrupt turnings of a lover's thorny tracks. -- Julia |
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-- Julia had sunk under it -- and had not been able to go a step farther than to Lyons, where, with the many disquietudes of a tender heart, which all talk of -- but few feel -- she sicken'd, but had just strength to write a letter to Diego ; and having conjured her brother never to see her face till he had found him out, and put the letter into his hands, Julia took to her bed. Fernandez (for that was her brother's name) -- tho' the camp-bed was as soft as any one in Alsace, yet he could not shut his eyes in it. -- As soon as it was day he rose, and hearing Diego was risen too, he enter'd his chamber, and discharged his sister's commission. The letter was as follows : Seig. |
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Seig. DIEGO. `` Whether my suspicions of your nose `` were justly excited or not -- 'tis not now `` to inquire -- it is enough I have not `` had firmness to put them to farther `` tryal. `` How could I know so little of my- `` self, when I sent my Duena to forbid `` your coming more under my lattice ? `` or how could I know so little of you, `` Diego, as to imagine you would not `` have staid one day in Valadolid to have `` given ease to my doubts ? -- Was I to `` be abandoned, Diego, because I was `` deceived ? or was it kind to take me `` at my word, whether my suspicions `` were just or no, and leave me, as you `` did, a prey to much uncertainty and `` sorrow. `` In |
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`` In what manner Julia has resented `` this -- my brother, when he puts this `` letter into your hands, will tell you : `` He will tell you in how few moments `` she repented of the rash message she `` had sent you -- in what frantic haste `` she flew to her lattice, and how many `` days and nights together she leaned `` immoveably upon her elbow, looking `` thro' it towards the way which Diego `` was wont to come. `` He will tell you, when she heard `` of your departure -- how her spirits de- `` serted her -- how her heart sicken'd -- `` how piteously she mourn'd -- how low `` she hung her head. O Diego ! how `` many weary steps has my brother's `` pity led me by the hand languishing `` to trace out yours ! how far has desire `` carried me beyond strength -- and how VOL. F `` oft |
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`` oft have I fainted by the way, and `` sunk into his arms, with only power `` to cry out -- 0 my Diego ! `` If the gentleness of your carriage `` has not belied your heart, you will fly `` to me, almost as fast as you fled from `` me -- haste as you will, you will arrive `` but to see me expire. -- 'Tis a bitter `` draught, Diego, but oh ! 'tis embitter'd `` still more by dying un----.'' She could proceed no farther. Slawkenbergius supposes the word in- tended was unconvinced, but her strength would not enable her to finish her letter. The heart of the courteous Diego overflowed as he read the letter -- he or- dered his mule forthwith and Fernandez's horse |
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horse to be saddled ; and as no vent in prose is equal to that of poetry in such conflicts -- chance, which as often directs us to remedies as to diseases, having thrown a piece of charcoal into the win- dow -- Diego availed himself of it, and whilst the ostler was getting ready his mule, he eased his mind against the wall as follows. Harsh and untuneful are the notes of love, Unless my Julia strikes the key, Her hand alone can touch the part, Whose dulcet move- -ment charms the heart, And governs all the man with sympa- thetic sway. F 2 The |
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The lines were very natural -- for they were nothing at all to the purpose, says Slawkenbergius, and 'tis a pity there were no more of them ; but whether it was that Seig. Diego was slow in composing verses -- or the ostler quick in saddling mules -- is not averred ; certain it was, that Diego's mule and Fernandez's horse were ready at the door of the inn, before Diego was ready for his second stanza ; so without staying to finish his ode, they both mounted, sallied forth, passed the Rhine, traversed Alsace, shaped their course towards Lyons, and before the Strasburgers and the abbess of Quedlinberg had set out on their cavalcade, had Fer- nandez, Diego, and his Julia, crossed the Pyrenean mountains, and got safe to Valadolid. 'Tis |
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'Tis needless to inform the geographi- cal reader, that when Diego was in Spain, it was not possible to meet the courteous stranger in the Frankfort road ; it is enough to say, that of all restless desires, curiosity being the strongest -- the Stras- burgers felt the full force of it ; and that for three days and nights they were tossed to and fro in the Frankfort road, with the tempestuous fury of this passion, be- fore they could submit to return home -- When alas ! an event was prepared for them, of all others the most grievous that could befal a free people. As this revolution of the Strasburgers affairs is often spoken of, and little un- derstood, I will, in ten words, says Slaw- kenbergius, give the world an explanation of it, and with it put an end to my tale. F 3 Every |
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Every body knows of the grand sy- stem of Universal Monarchy, wrote by order of Mons. Colbert, and put in ma- nuscript into the hands of Lewis the fourteenth, in the year 1664. 'Tis as well known, that one branch out of many of that system, was the getting possession of Strasburg, to favour an entrance at all times into Suabia, in order to disturb the quiet of Germany -- and that in consequence of this plan, Strasburg unhappily fell at length into their hands. It is the lot of few to trace out the true springs of this and such like revolu- tions -- The vulgar look too high for them -- Statesmen look too low -- Truth (for once) lies in the middle. What |
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What a fatal thing is the popular pride of a free city ! cries one historian -- The Strasburgers deemed it a diminution of their freedom to receive an imperial gar- rison -- and so fell a prey to a French one. The fate, says another, of the Stras- burgers, may be a warning to all free people to save their money -- They anti- cipated their revenues -- brought them- selves under taxes, exhausted their strength, and in the end became so weak a people, they had not strength to keep their gates shut, and so the French pushed them open. Alas ! alas ! cries Slawkenbergius, 'twas not the French -- 'twas CURIOSITY pushed them open -- The French indeed, who are ever upon the catch, when they saw the Strasburgers, men, women, and children, F 4 all |
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all marched out to follow the stranger's nose -- each man followed his own, and marched in. Trade and manufactures have decayed and gradually grown down ever since -- but not from any cause which commer- cial heads have assigned ; for it is owing to this only, that Noses have ever so run in their heads, that the Strasburgers could not follow their business. Alas ! alas ! cries Slawkenbergius, mak- ing an exclamation -- it is not the first -- and I fear will not be the last fortress that has been either won ---- or lost by NOSES. Slawkenbergius's TALE. C H A P. |
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WITH all this learning upon Noses running perpetually in my fa- ther's fancy -- with so many family preju- dices -- and ten decads of such tales run- ning on for ever along with them -- how was it possible with such exquisite -- was it a true nose ? -- That a man with such exquisite feelings as my father had, could bear the shock at all below stairs -- or in- deed above stairs, in any other posture, but the very posture I have described. -- Throw yourself down upon the bed, a dozen times -- taking care only to place a looking-glass first in a chair on one side of it, before you do it ---- But was the stran- |
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stranger's nose a true nose -- or was it a false one ? To tell that before-hand, madam, would be to do injury to one of the best tales in the christian world ; and that is the tenth of the tenth decad which imme- diately follows this. This tale, crieth Slawkenbergius some- what exultingly, has been reserved by me for the concluding tale of my whole work ; knowing right well, that when I shall have told it, and my reader shall have read it thro' -- 'twould be even high time for both of us to shut up the book ; inasmuch, continues Slawkenbergius, as I know of no tale which could possibly ever go down after it. -- 'Tis a tale indeed ! This |
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This sets out with the first interview in the inn at Lyons, when Fernandez left the courteous stranger and his sister Julia alone in her chamber, and is overwritten, of Diego and Julia. Heavens ! thou art a strange creature Slawkenbergius ! what a whimsical view of the involutions of the heart of woman hast thou opened ! how this can ever be translated, and yet if this specimen of Slawkenbergius's tales, and the exquisi- tiveness of his moral should please the world -- translated shall a couple of vo- lumes be. -- Else, how this can ever be translated into good English, I have no sort of conception. -- There seems in some passages to want a sixth sense to do it rightly. |
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rightly. ---- What can he mean by the lambent pupilability of slow, low, dry chat, five notes below the natural tone, -- which you know, madam, is little more than a whisper ? The moment I pronounced the words, I could perceive an attempt towards a vibration in the strings, about the region of the heart. -- The brain made no acknowledgment. -- There's often no good understanding betwixt 'em. -- I felt as if I understood it. --- I had no ideas. -- The movement could not be without cause. -- I'm lost. I can make nothing of it, -- unless, may it please your worships, the voice, in that case being little more than a whis- per, unavoidably forces the eyes to approach not only within six inches of each other -- but to look into the pupils -- is not that dangerous ? -- But it can't be avoided -- for to look up to the cieling, |
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cieling, in that case the two chins un- avoidably meet -- and to look down into each others laps, the foreheads come into immediate contact, which at once puts an end to the conference -- I mean to the sentimental part of it. ---- What is left, madam, is not worth stooping for. MY father lay stretched across the bed as still as if the hand of death had pushed him down, for a full hour and a half, before he began to play upon the floor with the toe of that foot which hung over the bed-side ; my uncle Toby's heart was a pound lighter for it. -- In a few moments, his left-hand, the knuckles of which had all the time reclined upon the handle of the chamber-pot, came to its feeling -- he thrust it a little more within |
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within the valance -- drew up his hand, when he had done, into his bosom -- gave a hem ! -- My good uncle Toby, with infi- nite pleasure, answered it ; and full gladly would have ingrafted a sentence of conso- lation upon the opening it afforded ; but having no talents, as I said, that way, and fearing moreover that he might set out with something which might make a bad matter worse, he contented himself with resting his chin placidly upon the cross of his crutch. Now whether the compression shortened my uncle Toby's face into a more plea- sureable oval, -- or that the philanthropy of his heart, in seeing his brother begin- ning to emerge out of the sea of his af- flictions, had braced up his muscles, -- so that the compression upon his chin only doubled the benignity which was there |
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there before, is not hard to decide. -- My father, in turning his eyes, was struck with such a gleam of sun-shine in his face, as melted down the sullenness of his grief in a moment. He broke silence as follows. DID ever man, brother Toby, cried my father, raising himself up upon his elbow, and turning himself round to the opposite side of the bed where my uncle Toby was sitting in his old fringed chair, with his chin resting upon his crutch -- did ever a poor unfortunate man, brother Toby, cried my father, receive so many lashes ? --- The most I ever saw given, quoth my uncle Toby, (ringing 1 the |