currences without - when your eyes are fixed upon a dead blank you draw purely from yourselves. A filence of a single moment upon Monfieur Dessein's leaving us, had been fatal 10 the situation she had infallibly turned about so I begun the conversation instantly. -But what were the temptations, (as I write not to apologize for the weaknesses of my heart in this tour, but to give an account of them) - shall be described with the same fimplicity, with which I felt them. THE REMISE DOOR. CALAIS. When I told the reader that I did not care to get out of the Desobligeant, because I saw the monk in close conference with a lady just arrived at the inn - I told him the truth; but I did not tell him the whole truth; for I was full as much restrained by the appearance and figure of the lady he was talking to. Suspicion crossed my brain, and faid, he was telling her what had paffed: something jarred upon it within me - I wished him at his convent. When When the heart flies out before the understanding, it saves the judgment a world of pains - I was certain she was of a better order of beings however, I thought no more of her, but went on and wrote my preface. The impreffion returned, upon my encounter with her in the street; a guarded frankness with which she gave me her hand, shewed, I thought, her good education and her good sense; and as I led her on, I felt a pleasurable ductility about her, which spread a calmness over all my fpirits Good God! how a man might lead fuch a creature as this round the world with him! I had not yet seen her face - 'twas not material; for the drawing was instantly set about and long before we had got to the door of the Remise, Fancy had finish'd the whole head, and pleased herself as much with its fitting her goddess, as if she had dived into the TIBER for it but thou art a seduced, and a seducing flut; and albeit thou cheatest us seven times a day with thy pictures and images, yet with so many charms dost thou do it, and thou deckeit out out thy pictures in the shapes of so many angels of light, 'tis a shame to break with thee. When we had got to the door of the Remise, she withdrew her hand from across her forehead, and let me fee thee original - it was a face of about fix and twenty of a clear transparent brown, simply fet off without rouge or powder - it was not critically handsome, but there was that in it, which attached me much more to it It was interesting; I fancied it wore the characters of a widow'd look, and in that state of its declenfion, which had passed the two first paroxysins of forrow, and was quietly beginning to reconcile itself to its lofs but a thousand other distresses might have traced the same lines; I wish'd to know what they had been and was ready to enquire, (had the same bon ton of conversation permitted, as in the days of Efdras) - "what aileth thee? and why art thou disquieted? and why is thy understanding troubled?" In a word, I felt benevolence for her; and refolved some way or other to throw in my mite of courtesy not of service. - if Such Such were my temptations aud in this disposition to give way to them, was I left alone with the lady with her hand in mine, and with our faces both turned closer to the door of the Remise than what was absolutely neceffary. THE REMISE DOOR. This certainly, fair lady! said I, raising her hand up a little lightly as I began, must be one of Fortune's whimsical doings: to take two utter strangers by their hands of different sexes, and perhaps from different corners of the globe, and in one moment place them together in fuch a cordial fituation, as Friendship herself could scarce have archieved for them, had she projeEted it for a month And your reflection upon it, shews how much, Monfieur, she has embaraffed you by the adventure, When the situation is, what we would wish, nothing is so ill-timed as to hint at the circumstances which make it so: you thank Fortune, con continued she you had reason - the heart knew it, and was fatisfied; and who but an English philofopher would have sent notices of it to the brain to reverse the judgment? In saying this, the disengaged her hand with a look which I thought a sufficient commentary upon the text. - It is a miferable picture which I am going to give of the weakness of my heart, by owning, that it suffered a pain, which worthier occafions could not have inflicted. I was mortified with the loss of her hand, and the manner in which I had lost it carried neither oil nor wine to the wonnd: I never felt the pain of a sheepish inferiority so miferably in my life. The triumphs of a true feminine heart are short upon these discomfitures. In a very few seconds she laid her hand upon the cuff of my coat, in order to finish her reply; so some way or other, God knows how, I regained my situation. - She had nothing to add. I forthwith began to model a different con versation for the lady, thinking from the spirit as |