 that
I may place mine exactly to my mind, I write it down here -
 
                                    Spleen.
 
This, upon leaving Chantilly, I declared to be the best principle in the world
to travel speedily upon; but I gave it only as matter of opinion, I still
continue in the same sentiments - only I had not then experience enough of its
working to add this, that though you do get on at a tearing rate, yet you get on
but uneasily to yourself at the same time; for which reason I here quit it
entirely, and for ever, and 'tis heartily at one's service - it has spoiled me
the digestion of a good supper, and brought on a bilious diarrhæa, which has
brought me back again to my first principle on which I set out -- and with which
I shall now scamper it away to the banks of the Garonne -
    --No; -- I cannot stop a moment to give you the character of the people -
their genius - their manners - their customs - their laws - their religion -
their government - their manufactures - their commerce - their finances, with
all the resources and hidden springs which sustain them: qualified as I may be,
by spending three days and two nights amongst them, and during all that time,
making these things the entire subject of my enquiries and reflections --
    Still - still I must away -- the roads are paved - the posts are short - the
days are long - 'tis no more than noon - I shall be at Fontainbleau before the
king --
    - Was he going there? not that I know --
 

                                   Chap. XX.

Now I hate to hear a person, especially if he be a traveller, complain that we
do not get on so fast in France as we do in England; whereas we get on much
faster, consideratis, considerandis; thereby always meaning, that if you weigh
their vehicles with the mountains of baggage which you lay both before and
behind upon them - and then consider their puny horses, with the very little
they give them - 'tis a wonder they get on at all: their suffering is most
unchristian, and 'tis evident thereupon to me, that a French post-horse would
not know what in the world to do, was it not for the two words * * * * * * and *
* * * * * in which there is asmuch sustenance, as if you gave him a peck of
corn: now as these words cost nothing, I long from my soul to tell the reader
what they are; but here
