I had nothing to do, but to take one ready made of his own recommendation.

-But I fear, friend! said I, this buckle won't stand.-You may immerge it, replied he, into the ocean, and it will stand

What a great scale is every thing upon in this city!-thought I-the utmost stretch of an English perriwig-maker's idea could have gone no further than to have" dipped it into a pail of water." -What difference! 'tis like time to eternity.

I confess I do hate all cold conceptions, as I do the puny ideas which engender them; and am generally so struck with the great works of nature, that for my own part, if I could help it, I never would make a comparison less than a mountain at least. All that can be said against the French sublime in this instance of it, is this-that the grandeur is

more in the word, and less in the thing. No doubt the ocean fills the mind with vast ideas; but Paris being so far inland, it was not likely I should run post a hundred miles out of it, to try the experi ment. The Parisian barber meant nothing.

The pail of water standing beside the great deep, makes certainly but a sorry figure in speech-but 'twill be said it has one advantage-'tis in the next room, and the truth of the buckle may be tried in it without more ado, in a single moment.

In honest truth, and upon a more candid revision of the matter, the French expression professes more than it performs.

I think I can see the precise and distinguishing marks of national characters more in these nonsensical minutia, than in the most important matters of state; where great men of all nations talk and stalk so

much alike, that I would not give ninepence to choose amongst them.

I was so long in getting from under my barber's hands, that it was too late to think of going with my letter to Madame R*** that night; but when a man is once dressed at all points for going out, his reflections turn to little account; so taking down the name of the Hotel de Modene, where I lodged, I walked forth without any determination where to go-I shall consider of that, said I, as I walk along.

HAIL

AIL ye small sweet courtesies of life, for smooth do ye make the road of it: like grace and beauty which beget incli

nations to love at first sight; 'tis ye who open this door, and let the stranger in.

-Pray, Madame, said I, have the goodness to tell me which way I must turn to go to the Opera Comique.-Most willingly, Monsieur, said she, laying aside her work.

I had given a cast with my eye into half a dozen shops as I came along in search of a face not likely to be disordered by such an interruption; till at last, this hitting my fancy, I had walked in.

She was working a pair of ruffles as she sat in a low chair, on the far side of the shop, facing the door.

-Tres volontiers: most willingly, said she, laying her work down upon a chair next her, and rising up from the low chair. she was sitting in, with so cheerful a movement, and so cheerful a look, that had I been laying out fifty louis d'ors with her, I should have said, "This woman is grateful."

You must turn, Monsieur, said she, going with me to the door of the shop, and pointing the way down the street I was to take you must turn first to your left hand-mais prenez garde-there are two turnings; and be so good as to take the second-then go down a little way, and you'll see a church, and when you are past it, give yourself the trouble to turn directly to the right, and that will lead you to the foot of the pont neuf, which you must cross--and there any one will do himself the pleasure to shew you.

She repeated her instructions three times over to me, with the same goodnatured patience the third time as the first and if tones and manners have a meaning, which certainly they have, unless to hearts which shut them out-she seemed really interested that I should not lose myself.

I will not suppose it was the woman's beauty, notwithstanding she was the hand