The Landlord gives Warning.

cessful---he never stopp'd a woman, but she pull'd out her purse, and immediately gave him something.

I could form no system to explain the pheno

menon.

I had got a riddle to amuse me for the rest of the evening, so I walk'd up stairs to my chamber.

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THE CASE OF CONSCIENCE.

PARIS.

I was immediately followed up by the master of the hotel, who came into my room to tell me I must provide lodgings elsewhere.-How so, friend? said I.-He answer'd, I had a young woman lock'd up with me two hours that evening in my bed-chamber, and 'twas against the rules of his house. Very well, said I, we'll all part friends then-for the girl is no worse-and I am no worse- -and you will be just as I found you.

-It was enough, he said, to overthrow the credit of his hotel-Voyez vous, Monsieur,* said

Triffles, light as air, (says the poet) are to the jealous, confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ. Persons often will not allow themselves time to consider, but, by a hasty decision, condemn on appearances, or criminate on vague assertion.

Suspicion.

he, pointing to the foot of the bed we had been sitting upon. I own it had something of the appearance of an evidence; but my pride not suffering me to enter into any detail of the case, I exhorted him to let his soul sleep in peace, as I resolved to let mine do that night, and that I would discharge what I owed him at breakfast.

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I should not have minded, Monsieur, said he, if you had had twenty girls-'Tis a score more, repli- ̧ ed I, interrupting him, than I ever reckon'd upon -Provided, added he, it had been but in a morning.*-And does the difference of the time of the day at Paris make a difference in the sin?-It made a difference, he said, in the scandal.—I like a good distinction in my heart; and cannot say was intolerably out of temper with the man.— own it is necessary, re-assumed the master of the hotel, that a stranger at Paris should have the opportunities presented to him of buying lace and silk stockings and ruffles, et tout cela-and 'tis nothing if a woman comes with a bandbox.- -O' my conscience, said I she had one; but I never look'd into it. Then Monsieur, said he, has bought nothing?-Not one earthly thing, replied

* Thus time, place, and circumstances, cloath the action with deformity, or with an acquittal; one person will, from his situation, do that with impunity which will consign another to infamy!

The Recommendation.

I.-Because, said he, I could recommended one to you who would use you en conscience.-But I must see her this night, said I.-He made me a low bow, and walk'd down.

Now shall I triumph over this maitre d'hotel, cried I-and what then? Then I shall let him see I know he is a dirty fellow.-And what then? -What then!-I was too near myself to say it was for the sake of others.-I had no good answer left-there was more of spleen than principle in my project, and I was sick of it before the execution.

In a few minutes the Grisset came in with her box of lace-I'll buy nothing, however, said I, within myself.

The Grisset would shew me every thing.-I was hard to please: she would not seem to see it; she open'd her little magazine, and laid all her laces one after another before me-unfolded and folded them up again one by one with the most patient sweetness--I might buy or not--she would let me have every thing at my own pricethe poor creature seem'd anxious to get a penny; and laid herself out to win me, and not so much in a manner which seem'd artful, as in one I felt simple and caressing.

If there is not a fund of honest cullibility in man, so much the worse-my heart relented, and

The Landlord's Submission.

I gave up my second resolution as quietly as the first-Why should I chastise one for the trespass of another? If thou art tributary to this tyrant of an host, thought I, looking up in her face, so much harder is thy bread.

If I had not had more than four Louis d'ors in my purse, there was no such thing as rising up and shewing her the door, till I had first laid three of them out in a pair of ruffles.

-The master of the hotel will share the profit with her*. -no matter-then I have only paid as many a poor soul has paid before me, for an act he could not do, or think of.

THE RIDDLE.

PARIS.

WHEN La Fleur came up to wait upon me at supper, he told me how sorry the master of the hotel was for his affront to me in bidding me change my lodgings.

A man who values a good night's rest will not lie down with enmity in his heart, if he can help it-So I bid La Fleur tell the master of the hotel, that I was sorry on my side for the occasion I had

*This is a custom common in Paris, where the master of the house, who lets out lodgings, is in confederacy with and shares in the profit of those tradesmen he recommends.

Another Riddle.

given him-and you may tell him, if you will, La Fleur, added I, that if the young woman should call again, I shall not see her.

This was a sacrifice not to him, but myself, having resolved, after so narrow an escape, to run no more risks, but to leave Paris, if it was possible, with all the virtue I enter'd it.

C'est deroger à noblesse, Monsieur, said La Fleur, making me a bow down to the ground as he said it-Et encore, Monsieur, said he, may change his sentiments-and if (par hazard) he should like to amuse himself-I find no amusement in it, said I, interrupting him*

Mon Dieu! said La Fleur-and took away.

In an hour's time he came to put me to bed, and was more than commonly officious-something hung upon his lips to say to me, or ask me, which he could not get off: I could not conceive what it was, and indeed gave myself little trouble to find it out, as I had another riddle so much more interesting upon-my mind, which was that of the man's asking charity before the door of the hotel-I would have given any thing to have got to the bottom of it; and that, not out of curiosity -'tis so low a principle of enquiry, in general, I

* This exclamation is congenial to every Frenchman, who, let his situation in life be what it may, cannot exist without an amour on his hands.