Four Years in France: or, Narrative of an English Family's Residence there during that Period; Preceded by some Account of the Conversion of the Author to the Catholic FaithBeste, Henry Digby
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Four Years in France: or, Narrative of an English Family's Residence there during that Period; Preceded by some Account of the Conversion of the Author to the Catholic Faith
Beste, Henry Digby
France -- Description and travel
I was told by a négociant, an intelligent man, not a wine-merchant,
that it was the wish of the wine-growers of France, that wine imported
into England should pay a duty _ad valorem_, on the price, not on the
quantity. He did not expect that the English government should be
content to receive a less amount of duty on the same quantity of wine,
the mean quality supposed the same: but he asserted that wines of
inferior quality, which could not be imported in the face of the duty
per gallon, would then find their way; that the consumption of wine
would be much increased; and the English government, as well as the
French wine-dealer and proprietor of vineyards, would both be benefited.
As fiscal regulations have spoiled our malt liquor, it would be but fair
to allow to those who are now ruining their health with rum and water,
the pleasure of drinking sometimes a bottle of small French wine. What?
A bottle of Burgundy at a farmer's ordinary? Gentlemen travellers
drinking claret? So much are men the slaves of habit, that the
supposition appears extravagant; and, after a twelvemonth, the thing
itself would be no more astonishing than it is now in France.
The French, who have seen the atmosphere of smoke in which London is
enveloped, and the sea-coal pouring its volumes of smoke up the
chimney, have disseminated throughout France a certain horror of coal
fires. There are, near Lyons, mines of coal of a quality superior to any
I have yet seen, like the Wednesbury, but better. I had some difficulty
in making the blacksmith comprehend what ought to be the form of such
machines as grate, poker, fender. "Things by their name I call;" though
to my blacksmith I was obliged to use every sort of periphrasis. _My_
poker was made with a hook at the end of it; the fender had a handle to
it; the bars of the grate were too small and too near each other. The
hook of the poker was soon straightened in the fire: of the fender
handle I was contented to declare, "il n'y a pas de mal à cela:"[55] as
the bars of my grate, though near, were not thick; they did not
intercept more heat than usual.
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