which incommoded him moft, was a tall corpulent German, near seven feet high, who stood directly betwixt him and all possibility of his feeing either the stage or the actors. The poor dwarf did all he could to get a peep at what was going forwards, by seeking for fome little opening betwixt the German's arm and his body, trying first one fide, then the other; but the German ftood square in the most unaccommodating posture that can be imaginedthe dwarf might as well have been placed at the bottom of the deepest draw-well in Paris; so he civilly reach'd up his hand to the German's fleeve, and told him his distress-The German turn'd his head back, look'd down upon him as Goliah did upon David and unfeelingly refumed his posture. I was just then taking a pinch of fnuff out of my monk's little horn box-And how would thy meek and courteous spirit, my dear monk! so temper'd to bear and forbear!-how sweetly would it have lent an ear to this poor foul's complaint! The old French officer feeing me lift up my eyes with an emotion, as I made the apoftrophe, took the liberty to ask me what was the matter-I told him the story in three words; and added, how inhuman it was. By this time the dwarf was driven to extremes, and in his first transports, which are generally unreasonable, had told the German he would cut off his long queue with his knife-The German look'd back coolly, and told him he was welcome if he could reach it. An injury sharpened by an infult, be it to who it will, makes every man of sentiment a party: I could have leaped out of the box to to have redressed it. _ The old French officer did it with much less confufion; for leaning a little over, and nodding to a centinel, and pointing at the fame time with his finger at the distress-the centinel made his way up to it. - There was no occafion to tell the grievance-the thing told itself; so thrufling back the Gerinan instantly with his musket-he took the poor dwarf by the hand, and placed him before him. This is noble! faid I, clapping my hands together-And yet you would not permit this, faid the old officer, in England. -In England, dear Sir, faid I, we fit all at our ease. The old French officer would have fet me at unity with myself, in case I had been at variance,-by saying it was a bon mot-and as a bon mot is always worth fomething at Paris, he offered me a pinch of fnuff. THE ROSE. PARIS. It was T was now my turn to ask the old French officer "What was the matter?" for a cry of, Hauffés les mains, Monfieur P'Abbé! reechoed from a dozen different parts of the parterre, was as unintelligible to me, as my apoftrophe to the monk had been to him. He told me, it was some poor Abbé in one of the upper loges who he , supposed had got planted perdu behind a couple of Griffets in order to fee the opera, and that the parterre espying him, were infifting upon his holding up both his hands during the representation. And can it be supposed, faid I, that an ecclefiaftick would pick the Griffet's pockets? The old French officer smiled, and whispering in my ear, open'd a door of knowledge which I had no idea of Good God! faid I, turning pale with aftonishment-is it possible, that a people so smit with sentiment should at the fame time be so unclean, and so unlike themselves-Quelle grossiereté! added I. The |