When my way is too rough for my feet, or too steep for my strength, I get off it, to some smooth velvet path, which fancy has scattered over with rosebuds of delights; and having taken a few turns in it, come back strengthened and refreshed.

When evils press sore upon me, and there is no retreat from them in this world, then I take a new course-I leave it; and as I have a clearer idea of the Elysian fields than I have of heaven, I force myself, like Æneas, into them. I see him meet the pensive shade of his forsaken Dido, and wish to recognise it; I see the injured spirit wave her head, and turn off silent from the author of her miseries and dishonours; I lose the feelings for myself in hers, and in those affections which were wont to make me mourn for her when I was at school.

Surely this is not walking in a vain shadow, nor does man disquiet himself in vain by it: he oftener does so in trusting the issue of his commotions to reason only. I can safely say for myself, I was never able to conquer any one single bad sensation in my heart so decisively,

as by beating up as fast as I could for some kindly and gentle sensation to fight it upon its own ground.

When I had got to the end of the third act, the Count de B- entered, with my passport in his hand.

"Monsieur le Duc de C-," said the Count, "is as good a prophet, I dare say, as he is a statesman. Un homme qui rit,' said, the Duke, ne sera jamais dangereux.' Had it been for any one but the King's jester," added the Count, "I could not have got it these two hours."

"Pardonnez-moi, Monsieur le Count," said I; "I am not the King's jester." "But you are Yorick?"

"Yes."

"Et vous plaisantez?”

I answered, "Indeed I did jest; but was not paid for it: 'twas entirely at my own

expense.

"We have no jester at court, Monsieur le Count," said I; "the last we had was in the licentious reign of Charles II.; since which time, our manners have been so gradually

refining, that our court at present is so full of patriots, who wish for nothing but the honours and wealth of their country; and our ladies are all so chaste, so spotless, so good, so devout-there is nothing for a jester to make a jest of."

"Voila un persiflage!" cried the Count.

THE PASSPORT.

VERSAILLES.

As the passport was directed to all lieutenantgovernors, governors, and commandants of cities, generals of armies, justiciaries, and all officers of justice, to let Mr. Yorick, the King's jester, and his baggage, travel quietly along,I own the triumph of obtaining the passport was not a little tarnished by the figure I cut in it. But there is nothing unmixed in this world; and some of the gravest of our divines

have carried it so far as to affirm, that enjoyment itself was attended with a sigh; and that the greatest they knew of terminated, in a general way, in little better than a convulsion.

I remember the grave and learned Bevoriskius, in his "Commentary upon the Generations from Adam," very naturally breaks off in the middle of a note, to give an account to the world of a couple of sparrows upon the out edge of his window, which had incommoded him all the time he wrote, and at last had entirely taken him off from his genealogy.

-""Tis strange!" writes Bevoriskius; "but the facts are certain, for I have had the curiosity to mark them down one by one with my pen; but the cock-sparrow, during the little time that I could have finished the other half of this note, has actually interrupted me, with the reiteration of his caresses, three and twenty times and a half.

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'How merciful," adds Bevoriskius, "is Heaven to His creatures!"

Ill-fated Yorick! that the gravest of thy

brethren should be able to write that to the world, which stains thy face with crimson to copy, even in thy study.

But this is nothing to my travels; so I twice -twice beg pardon for it.

CHARACTER.

VERSAILLES.

"AND how do you find the French?" said the Count de B, after he had given me the passport.

The reader may suppose, that after so obliging a proof of courtesy, I could not be at a loss to say something handsome to the inquiry.

-"Mais passe, pour cela.-Speak frankly," said he: "do you find all the urbanity in the French which the world give us the honour of?"