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HAT the old French officer had delivered

upon travelling, bringing Polonius's advice to his son, 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.




The bookseller said he had not a fet in the world-Comment ! said I; taking one up out of a set which lay upon the counter betwixt us-He faid, 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 3

going going to say something, when a young decent girl 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 Egarements du Cæur & de l’ESprit: the bookseller gave her the book directly; she pulled out a little

green satein purse run round with riband 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.

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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


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first told you it, or some faithless shepherd has made it ache, canst thou ever be sure it is fo.-Le Dieu m'en guarde ! said the girl.—With reason, said I — for if it is a good one, ’tis pity it should be stolen ; 'tis a little treasure to thee, and gives a better air to your face, than if it was dress'd out with pearls.

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The young girl listen'd with a submissive attention, holding her fattin purse by its riband in her hand all the time—'Tis a very small one, said I,' taking hold of the bottom of it-she held it towards me and there is very little in it, my dear, said 1; but be but as good as thou art handfome, and heaven will fill it: I had a


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