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no doubt, they have fet their felfdenials at a price and their expectations are fo unreasonable, that I would often disappoint them, but that their condition puts it fo much in my power to do it.

Behold! Behold, I am thy fervant-difarms me at once of the powers of a master

-Thou fhalt go, La Fleur!

faid I.

-And what miftrefs, La Fleur, faid I, canft thou have pick'd up in fo little a time at Paris? La Fleur laid his hand upon his breast, and said 'twas a petite

a petite demoiselle at Monfieur Le Compte de B****'s. La Fleur

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had a heart made for fociety; and, to fpeak the truth of him let as few occafions flip him as his mafter-so that fome how or other; but howheaven knows-he had connected himself with the demoifelle upon the landing of the ftair-cafe, during the time I was 'taken up with my Paff port; and as there was time enough for me to win the Count to my intetereft, La Fleur had contrived to make it do to win the maid to his -the family, it seems, was to be at Paris that day, and he had made a party with her, and two or three more of the Count's houfhold, upon the boulevards..

Happy

Happy people! that once a week at leaft are fure to lay down all your cares together; and dance and fing and sport away the weights of grievance, which bow down the fpirit of other nations to the earth.

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PARI S.

A Fleur had left me fomething

to amuse myself with for the day more than I had bargain'd for, or could have enter'd either into his head or mine.

He had brought the little print of butter upon a currant leaf; and as the morning was warm, and he had

good step to bring it, he had begg'd a fheet of waste paper to put betwixt the currant leaf and his hand As that was plate fufficient, I bad him lay it upon the table as it was,

and as I refolved to stay within all day I ordered him to call upon the traiteur to befpeak my dinner, and leave me to breakfast by myself.

When I had finish'd the butter, I threw the currant leaf out of the window, and was going to do the fame by the waste paper-but stopping to read a line first, and that drawing me on to a fecond and third-I thought it better worth; fo I'fhut the window, and drawing a chair up to it, I fat down to read it.

It was in the old French of Rabelais's time, and for ought I know might have been wrote by him- it was moreover in a Gothic letter, and that

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