holds against the other that the advantage of travel, as it regarded the sçavoir vivre, was by seeing a great deal both of men and manners; it taught us mutual toleration; and mutual toleration, concluded he, making me a bow, taught us mutual love.

The old French officer delivered this with an air of such candour and good sense, as coincided with my first favourable impressions of his character I thought I loved the man; but I fear I mistook the object -'t was my own of thinking the difference was, I could not have expressed it half so well.

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It is alike troublesome to both the rider and his beast-if the latter goes pricking up his ears, and starting all the way at every object which he never saw before I have as little

torment of this kind as any creature alive; and yet I honestly confess, that many a thing gave me pain, and that I blush'd at many a word the first month -which I found inconsequent and perfectly innocent the second.

Madame de Rambouliet, after an acquaintance of about six weeks with her, had done me the honour to take me in her coach about two leagues out of town. Of all women, Madame de Rambouliet is the most correct; and I never wish to see one of more virtues

and purity of heart-In our return back, Madame de Rambouliet desired me to pull the cord-I asked her if she wanted any thing -Rien que pisser, said Madame de Rambouliet.

Grieve not, gentle traveller, to let Madame de Rambouliet p-ss on And, ye fair mystic nymphs! go each one pluck your rose, and scatter them in your path -for Madame de Rambouliet did no more-I handed Madame de Rambouliet out of the coach; and had I been the priest of the chaste CASTALIA,1 I could not have served at her fountain with a more respectful decorum.

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HAT the old French officer had delivered upon travelling, bringing Polonius's advice to his son 2 upon the same subject into my head-and that bringing in Hamlet; and Hamlet the rest of Shakespeare's works, I stopp'd at the Quai de Conti in my return home, to purchase the whole set.

1 Castalia was a celebrated fountain on Mount Parnassus, in which the Pythia used to bathe. It was sacred to Apollo and the Muses.

2 Hamlet, Act I., Scene 3.

The bookseller said he had not a set in the world-Comment! said I; taking one up out of a set which lay upon the counter betwixt us He said, they were sent him only to be got bound, and were to be sent back to Versailles in the morning to the Count de B****

-And does the Count de B****, said I, read Shakespeare? C'est un Esprit fort, replied the bookseller. He loves English books; and what is more to his honour, Monsieur, he loves the English too. You speak this so civilly, said I, that it is enough to oblige an Englishman to lay out a Louis d'or or two at your shop-The bookseller made a bow, and was going to say something, when a young decent girl about twenty, who by her air and dress seemed to be fille de chambre to some devout woman of fashion, came into the shop and asked for Les Égarements du Cœur & de l'Esprit: the bookseller gave her the book directly; she pulled out a little green sattin purse, run round with ribband of the same colour, and putting her finger and thumb into it, she took out the money and paid for it. As I had nothing more to stay me in the shop, we both walk'd out of the door together.

My advice, my dear, would not have been worth a pin to you, said I, if I had not given this along with it: but now, when you see the crown, you 'll remember it so don't, my dear, lay it out in ribbands.

Upon my word, Sir, said the girl, earnestly, I am incapable-in saying which, as is usual in little bargains of honour, she gave me her hand En vérité, Monsieur, je mettrai cet argent apart, said she.

When a virtuous convention is made betwixt man and woman, it sanctifies their most private walks; so notwithstanding it was dusky, yet as both our roads lay the same way, we made no scruple of walking along the Quai de Conti together.

She made me a second courtesy in setting off, and before we got twenty yards from the door, as if she had not done enough before, she made a sort of a little stop to tell me again she thank'd me.

It was a small tribute, I told her, which I could not avoid paying to virtue, and would not be mistaken in the person I had been rendering it to for the world - but I see innocence, my dear, in your face and foul befal the man who ever lays a snare in its way!