A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy

They order, said I, this matter better in France.-You have been in France? said my gentleman, turning quick upon me, with the most civil triumph in the world.-Strange! quoth I, debating the matter with myself, That one and twenty miles sailing, for 'tis absolutely no further from Dover to Calais, should give a man these rights: - I'll look into them: so, giving up the argument, -I went straight to my lodgings, put up half a dozen shirts and a black pair of silk breeches, -"the coat I have on," said I, looking at the sleeve, "will do;"-took a place in the Dover stage; and the packet sailing at nine the next morning, -by three I had got sat down to my dinner upon a fricaseed chicken, so incontestably in France, that had I died that night of an indigesti