cerned for his own, as a man capable of being attached to a master who could be wanting en egards vis-à-vis d'une femme! so that when Madame de L asked La Fleur if he had brought a letterO qu'oui, said La Fleur: so laying down his hat upor the ground, and taking hold of the flap of his right side pocket with his left hand, he began to search for the letter with his right-then contrarywise-Diable! then sought every pocket-pocket by pocket, round, not forgetting his fob-Peste! then La Fleur emptied them upon the floor-pulled out a dirty cravat-a handkerchief-a comb-a whip-lash-a night-capthen gave a peep into his hat-Quelle etourderie! He had left the letter upon the table in the Auberge -he would run for it, and be back with it in three minutes.

I had just finished my supper when La Fleur came in to give me an account of his adventure; he told the whole story simple as it was; and only added, that if Monsieur had forgot (per hazard) to answer Madame's letter, the arrangement gave him an opportunity to recover the faux pas and if not, that things were only as they were.

Now I was not altogether sure of my etiquette, whether I ought to have wrote or no; but if I hada devil himself could not have been angry:-'twas but the officious zeal of a well-meaning creature for my honour: and however he might have mistook the road-or embarrassed me in so doing-his heart was in no fault-I was under no necessity to write-and what weighed more than all-he did not look as if he had done amiss.

'Tis all very well, La Fleur, said I.-'Twas sufficient. La Fleur flew out of the room like lightning, and returned with pen, ink, and paper, in his hand; and coming up to the table, laid them close before me, with such a delight in his countenance, that I could not help taking up the pen.

I begun and begun again; and though I had nothing to say, and that nothing might have been expressed in half a dozen lines, I made half a dozen different beginnings, and could no way please myself. In short, I was in no mood to write.

La Fleur stepped out, and brought a little water in a glass to dilute my ink-then fetched sand and sealing-wax-It was all one; I wrote, and blotted, and tore off, and burnt, and wrote again-Le Diable l'emporte! said I, half to myself I cannot write this self-same letter; throwing the pen down despairingly as I said it.

As soon as I had cast down the pen, La Fleur advanced with the most respectful carriage up to the table, and making a thousand apologies for the liberty he was going to take, told me he had a letter in his pocket, wrote by a drummer in his regiment to a corporal's wife, which, he durst say, would suit the occasion.

I had a mind to let the poor fellow have his humour -Then, prithee, said I, let me see it.

La Fleur instantly pulled out a little dirty pocketbook crammed full of small letters and billet-doux, in a sad condition, and laying it upon the table, and then untying the string which held them altogether, ran them over one by one, till he came to the letter in question-La viola! said he, clapping his hands: so unfolding it first, he laid it before me, and retired three steps from the table, whilst I read it.

MADAME,

THE LETTER.

Je suis penetré de la douleur la plus vive, et reduit en même temps au desespoir par ce retour imprevû du Corporal, qui rend notre entrevue de ce soir la chose du monde la plus impossible.

Mais vive la joie! et toute la mienne sera de penser à vous.

L'amour n'est rien sans sentiment.

Et le sentiment est encore moins sans amour.

On dit qu'on ne doit jamais se desespérer.
On dit aussi que Monsieur le Corporal monte la

garde Mercredi: alors ce sera mon tour.

Chacun à son tour.

En attendant-Vive l'amour! et vive la bagatelle!

Je suis, Madame,

Avec toutes les sentimens le plus respectueux et les plus tendres, tout à vous,

JAQUES ROQUE.

It was but changing the Corporal into the Countand saying nothing about mounting guard on Wednesday-and the letter was neither right or wrongso to gratify the poor fellow, who stood trembling for my honour, his own, and the honour of his letter-I took the cream gently off it, and whipping it up in my own way-I sealed it up, and sent him with it to Madame de L, and the next morning we pursued our journey to Paris.

PARIS.

WHEN A man can contest the point by dint of equipage, and carry on all floundering before him witu half a dozen lacqueys and a couple of cooks-'tis very well in such a place as Paris-he may drive in at which end of a street he will.

A poor prince who is weak in cavalry, and whose whole infantry does not exceed a single man, had best quit the field, and signalize himself in the cabinet, if he can get up into it I say up into it for there is no descending perpendicularly amongst them, with a 'Me voicil mes enfans' Here I am whatever many may think.

I own my first sensations, as soon as I was left solitary and alone in my own chamber in the hotel, were far from being so flattering as I had prefigured them-I walked up gravely to the window in my dusty black coat, and looking through the glass, saw all the world in yellow, blue, and green, running at the ring of pleasure the old with broken lances, and in helmets which had lost their vizors-the young in armour bright, which shone like gold, beplumed with each gay feather of the East-all-all tilting at it like fascinated knights in tournaments of yore for fame and love-Alas, poor Yorick ! cried I, what art thou doing here? On the very first onset of all this glittering clatter thou art reduced to an atom-seek-seek some winding alley, with a tourniquet at the end of it, where chariot never rolled, or flambeau shot its rays -there thou mayest solace thy soul in converse sweet with some kind grisset of a barber's wife, and get into such coteries!

May I perish if I do! said I, pulling out the letter which I had to present to Madame de R. I'll wait upon this lady the very first thing I do. So I called La Fleur to go seek me a barber directly-and come back and brush my coat.

THE WIG.

PARIS.

WHEN the barber came, he absolutely refused to have any thing to do with my wig: 'twas either above or below his art: 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, in 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 periwigmaker's ideas 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 experiment. The Parisian barber meant nothing.

The pail of water standing beside the great deep,