arrives." Evidently there was no time to be lost, and a week after the
date of this letter we find him in communication with Mrs. and
Miss Sterne, and making arrangements for what was, in those days, a
somewhat formidable undertaking--the journey of two ladies from the
North of England to the centre of France. The correspondence which
ensued may be said to give us the last pleasant glimpse of Sterne's
relations with his wife. One can hardly help suspecting, of course,
that it was his solicitude for the safety and comfort of his
much-loved daughter that mainly inspired the affectionate anxiety
which pervades these letters to Mrs. Sterne; but their writer is, at
the very least, entitled to credit for allowing no difference of tone
to reveal itself in the terms in which he speaks of wife and child.
And, whichever of the two he was mainly thinking of, there is
something very engaging in the thoughtful minuteness of his
instructions to the two women travellers, the earnestness of his
attempts to inspire them with courage for their enterprise, and
the sincere fervour of his many commendations of them to the Divine
keeping. The mixture of "canny" counsel and pious invocation
has frequently a droll effect: as when the advice to "give the
custom-house officers what I told you, and at Calais more, if you have
much Scotch snuff;" and "to drink small Rhenish to keep you cool, that
is, if you like it," is rounded off by the ejaculation, "So God in
Heaven prosper and go along with you!" Letter after letter did he
send them, full of such reminders as that "they have bad pins and vile
needles here," that it would be advisable to bring with them a strong
bottle-screw, and a good stout copper tea-kettle; till at last, in
the final words of preparation, his language assumes something of the
solemnity of a general addressing his army on the eve of a well-nigh
desperate enterprise: "Pluck up your spirits--trust in God, in me,
and yourselves; with this, was you put to it, you would encounter all