-Trust me,

my dear Eugenius, I

fhould have faid, "there are worfe oc'cupations in this world than feeling a "woman's pulse."- But a Griffet's! thou wouldft have faid-and in an open fhop! Yorick

-So much the better: for when my views are direct, Eugenius, I care not if all the world faw me feel it.

I

THE HUSBAND.

PARIS.

HAD counted twenty pulfations, and was going on faft towards the fortieth, when her husband coming unexpected from a back parlour into the fhop, put me a little out in my reckoning-'Twas no body but her husband, fhe faid-fo I began a fresh fcore-Monfieur is fo good, quoth fhe, as he pass'd by us, as to give himself the trouble of feeling my pulfe- The hufband took off his hat, and making me a bow, faid, I did him too much honour-and having faid that, he put on his hat and walk'd

out.

Good God! faid I to myself, as he went out and can this man be the hufband of this woman?

Let

Let it not torment the few who know what must have been the grounds of this exclamation, if I explain it to those who do not.

In London a fhopkeeper and a shopkeeper's wife feem to be one bone and one flesh: in the feveral endowments of mind and body, fometimes the one, fometimes the other has it, fo as in ge. neral to be upon a par, and to tally with each other as nearly as man and wife need to do.

.

In Paris, there are scarce two orders of beings more different: for the legislative and executive powers of the shop not refting in the hufband, he feldoni comes there-in fome dark and difmal room behind, he fits commerceless in his thrum night-cap, the fame rough fon of Nature that Nature left him.

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The

The genius of a people where nothing but the monarchy is falique, having ceded this department, with fundry others, totally to the women-by a continual higgling with cuftomers of all ranks and fizes from morning to night, like fo many rough pebbles fhook long together in a bag, by amicable collifions, they have worn down their asperities and fharp angles, and not only become round and fmooth, but will receive, fome of them, a polish like a brilliant-Monfieur le Mari is little better than the ftone under your feet

-Surely-Surely man! it is not good for thee to fit alone- thou waft made for focial intercourfe and gentle greetings, and this improvement of our natures from it, I appeal to, as my

evidence.

-And

And how does it beat, Monfieur? faid fhe. With all the benignity, said I, looking quietly in her eyes, that I expected-She was going to fay fomething civil in return-but the lad came into the fhop with the gloves-A propos, faid I, I want a couple of pair myself.