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HAT the old French officer had de

livered upon travelling, bringing Polonius's advice to his son upon the fame fubject into my head-—and that bringing in Hamlet; and Hainlet, the rest of Shakespear's works, I stopp'd at the Quai de Conti in my return home, to purchase the whole set.

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 himn 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 Shakespear? C'est un Esprit fort, replied A 2

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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 'tis enough to oblige an English-
man 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 yonng decent girl of
about twenty, who by her air and dress seemed
to be fille de chambre to fome devout woman of
fashion, came into the shop and asked for Les
Egaréments du Coeur et de l'Esprit: the booka
seller gave her the book directly; she pulled
out a little green fattin purse run round with a a
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 walked
out at the door together.

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-And what have you to do, my dear, said I, with The Wanderings of the Heart, who scarce know yet you have one? nor,

till love has first told you it, or some faithless shepherd has made it ache, can'st thou ever be sure it is