but that from that time to this, I have borne this poor starling as the crest to my arms. Thus:

And let the heralds officers twist his

neck about, if they dare,

THE ADDRESS.

VERSAILLES.

I SHOULD not like to have my enemy take a view of my mind, when I am going to ask protection of any man; for which reason, I generally endeavour to protect myself; but this going to Monsieur Le Duc de C****, was an act of compulsion -had it been an act of choice, I should have done it, I suppose, like other people. How many mean plans of dirty address, as I went along, did my servile heart form! I deserved the Bastile for every one of them.

Then nothing would serve me, when I got within sight of Versailles, but putting words and sentences together, and conceiving attitudes and tones to writhe my

self into Monsieur le Duc de C****'s good graces. This will do, said I—just as well, retorted I again, as a coat carried up to him by an adventurous taylor, without taking his measure-Fool!-continued I-see Monsieur Le Duc's face first-observe what character is written in it-take notice in what posture he stands to hear you-mark the turns and expressions of his body and limbs-and for the tone-the first sound that comes from his lips will give it you-and from all these together you will compound an address at once upon the spot, which cannot disgust the Duke-the ingredients are his own, and most likely to go down.

Well! said I, I wish it well overCoward again! as if man to man was not equal throughout the whole surface of the globe; and if in the field-why not face to face in the cabinet too? And trust me, Yorick, whenever it is not so, man is false to himself, and betrays his own suc

cours ten times, where nature does it once. Go to the Duc de C**** with the Bastile in thy looks-My life for it, thou wilt be sent back to Paris in half an hour with an escort.

I believe so, said I-Then I'll go to the Duke, by heaven! with all the gaiety and debonairness in the world.

-And there you are wrong again, replied I-A heart at ease, Yorick, flies into no extremes-it is ever on its centre

-Well! well! cried I, as the coachman turned in at the gates-I find I shall do very well: and by the time he had wheeled round the court, and brought me up to the door, I found myself so much the better for my own lecture, that I neither ascended the steps like a victim to justice, who was to part with life upon the topmast-nor did I mount them with a skip and a couple of strides, as I do when I fly up, Eliza! to thee, to meet it.

As I entered the door of the saloon, I

was met by a person who possibly might be the maitre d'hotel, but had more the air of one of the under secretaries, who told me the Duc de C**** was busy.I am utterly ignorant, said I, of the forms of obtaining an audience, being an absolute stranger, and what is worse in the present conjuncture of affairs, being an Englishman too. He replied, that did not increase the difficulty.-I made him a slight bow, and told him I had something of importance to say to Monsieur le Duc. -The secretary looked towards the stairs, as if he was about to leave me to carry up this account to some one.—But I must not mislead you, said I; for what I have to say is of no manner of importance to Monsieur le Duc de C****, but of great importance to myself.--C'est une autre affaire, replied he.-Not at all, said I, to a man of gallantry.-But pray, good Sir, continued I, when can a stranger hope to have accesse? In not less than two hours,