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On dit aussi que Monfieur le Corporal monte la garde Mecredi: alors ce sera

mon tour.

Chacun à fon tour.

En attendant-Vive l'amour! la bagatelle!

et vive

Je suis,

MADAME,

Avec tous les sentimens les

plus respectueux et les plus tendres tout à Vous,

JAQUES ROQUE.

It was but changing the Corporal into the Count-and saying nothing about mounting guard on Wednesday-and the letter was neither right nor wrong-fo to gratify the poor fellow, who stood trembling for my honour, his own, and the honour of his letter, -I took the cream gently off it, and whipping it up in my own way-I seal'd it up and sent him with it to Madame de L-- and the next morning we purfued our journey to Paris.

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PARIS.

WHEN a man can contest the point by dint of equipage, and carry on all floundering before, him with half a dozen lackies and a couple of cooks-'tis very well in such a place as Paris-he may drive in at which end of a street he will.

A poor prince who is weak in cavalry, and whose whole infantry does not exceed a fingle man, had best quit the field; and signalize himself in the cabinet, if he can get up into it-I fay up into it for there is no descending perpendicular amongst 'em with a "Me voici! mes enfans"-here I am-whatever many may think.

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I own my first sensations, as foon as I was left folitary and alone in my own chamber in the hôtel, were far from being fo flattering as I had prefigured them. I walked up gravely to the window in my dusty black coat, and looking through the glass saw all the world in yellow, blue, and green, running at the ring of pleasure. The old with broken lances, and in helmets which had loft their vizards-the young in armour bright which shone like gold, bepluned with each gay feather of the eaft-all-all tilting at it like fascinated knights in tournaments of yore for fame and love.

Alas, poor Yorick! cried I, what art thou doing here? On the very first onfet of all this glittering clatter, thou art reduced to an atom-feek-seek some winding alley, with a tourniquet at the end

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of it, where chariot never rolled or flambeau shot its rays- there thou mayest folace thy foul in converse sweet with fome kind griffet of a barber's wife, and get into such coteries!

-May I perish! if I do, said I, pulling out the letter which I had to • present to Madame de R--. -Ill wait upon this lady, the very first thing I do. So I called La Fleur to go feek me a barber directly-and come back and brush my coat.

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