288 THE TRAVELLER. NoV< 2» 



Being arrived at the frontiers of Poland, he flattered 

 himfelf his troubles were at an end ; but he reckoned 

 without his hoft. Your bufmefs In Poland ?" interro- 

 gated the officer, I really don't know. Sir." — " Not 

 know your own bufinefs, Sir," refumed the officer, " I 

 muft condudl you to the Staroft." 



" For the love of God," fays the wearied traveller, 

 " take pity on me 5 I have been imprifoned in Holland 

 for being defirous of keeping my own affairs to my- 

 felf." 



« I have been confined all night in a French 

 guard-houfe, for declaring myfelf a merchant. 



*' I have been compelled to ride fewen miles be- 

 hind a German dragoon, for profefhng myfelf a man 

 of pleafure. 



" I have been carried fifty miles a prifoner in 

 Pruffia, for owning my attachment to eafe and good 

 living. 



'* If you will have the goodnefs to let me know 

 how I may render fuch an account of myfelf as not to 

 give offence, I fhall ever conlider you as my friend 

 and protcdlor." 



ST. J. JOURN. 



Inigo "Jones. 



This great architeft, , though a pupil of Palladio's, 

 appears occafionally, in point of grandeur, to exceed 

 his model. The lall Lord Burlington was fo attached 

 to him that he publifhed a complete colleftion of his 

 works ; and was fo impreffed with the beauty of the 

 portico that Inigo Jones had added to the old Gothic 

 fabric of St. Paul's, that on feeing the completion of 

 the prefent church by Sir Chriftopher Wren he cried 

 out, " Wh5n the Jews faw the fecond temple they 

 refledled on the beauty of the firft, and couM no: re- 

 frain from tears." 



