The life and letters of Laurence Sterne . I pity the man who can travel from Dan toBeersheba, and cry Tis all barren —and so itis ; and so is all the world to him who will notcultivate the fruit it offers. I declare, said I,clapping my hands cheerily together, that was Iin a desert, I would find out wherewith in it tocall forth my affections. . The learned SMEL-FUNGUS travelled from Boulogne to Paris—fromParis to Rome—and so on—but he set out withthe spleen and the jaundice, and every objecthe passed by was discoloured or distorted.—Hewrote an account of them, but twas nothing butthe account o
The life and letters of Laurence Sterne . I pity the man who can travel from Dan toBeersheba, and cry Tis all barren —and so itis ; and so is all the world to him who will notcultivate the fruit it offers. I declare, said I,clapping my hands cheerily together, that was Iin a desert, I would find out wherewith in it tocall forth my affections. . The learned SMEL-FUNGUS travelled from Boulogne to Paris—fromParis to Rome—and so on—but he set out withthe spleen and the jaundice, and every objecthe passed by was discoloured or distorted.—Hewrote an account of them, but twas nothing butthe account of his miserable feelings. I met Smelfungus in the grand portico of thepantheon—he was just coming out of it— Tisnothing but a huge cockpit, said he.— I wish youhad said nothing worse of the Venus of Medicis,replied I—for in passing through Florence, I hadheard he had fallen foul upon the goddess, andused her worse than a common strumpet, with-out the least provocation in nature. Tristram Shandy, Vol. VII. ch. DAVID HUME. XSee p. 47.)From an engraving after a portrait by Ramsay. 87 :<A SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY 89 I poppd upon Smelfungus again at Turin, inhis return home ; and a sad tale of sorrowfuladventures he had to tell, wherein he spokeof moving accidents by flood and field, and ofthe cannibals which each other eat: the Anthro-pophagi —he had been flayd alive, and be-divild, and used worse than St. Bartholomew;at every stage he had come at— Ill tell it, cried Smelfungus to the had better tell it, said I, to yourphysician. * From Calais Sterne proceeded to on the journey twice to get out inthe rain and mud to help the postillion tieon his portmanteau to the chaise, he eagerlyaccepted the suggestion that he required a body-servant. Varenne, the landlord of the hotel atMontreuil, recommended one La Fleur, whosename has since become a household word. LaFleur was a Burgundian, and as a child of eightwas seized with an irresi
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