CALAIS.
When I had fished my dinner, and drank the King of France\'s health, to
satisfy my mind that I bore him no spleen, but, on the contrary, high
honour for the humanity of his temper,—I rose up an inch taller for the
accommodation.
- No—said I—the Bourbon is by no means a cruel race: they may be
misled, like other people; but there is a mildness in their blood.