heaven! with all the gaiety and debonairness in the world.

-And there you are wrong again, replied I-A heart at ease, Yorick, flies into no extremes it is ever on its centre-Well! well! cried I, as the coachman turned in at the gates-I find I shall do very well: and by the time he had wheeled round the court, and brought me up to the door, I found myself so much the better for my own lecture, that I neither ascended the steps like a victim to justice, who was to part with life upon the topmost-nor did I mount them with a skip and a couple of strides, as I do when I fly up, Eliza! to thee, to meet it.

As I entered the door of the saloon, I was met by a person who possibly might be the maitre d'hotel, but had more the air of one of the under-secretaries, who told me the Duc de C- was busy. I am utterly ignorant, said I, of the forms of obtaining an audience, being an absolute stranger, and what is worse, in the present conjuncture of affairs, being an Englishman too. He replied, that did not increase the difficulty. I made him a slight bow, and told him I had something of importance to say to Monsieur le Due. The secretary looked towards the stairs, as if he was about to leave me, to carry up this account to some one. But I must not mislead you, said I; for what I have to say is of no manner of importance to Monsieur le Duc de C, but of great importance to myself. C'est une autre affaire, replied he. Not at all, said I, to a man of gallantry. But pray, good sir, continued I, when can a stranger hope to have accesse ?-In not less than two hours, said he, looking at his watch. The number of equipages in

the court-yard seemed to justify the calculation, that I could have no nearer prospect and as walking backward and forward in the saloon, without a soul to commune with, was, for the time, as bad as being in the Bastile itself, I instantly went back to my remise, and bid the coachman drive me to the Cordon Bleu, which was the nearest hotel.

I think there is a fatality in it-I seldom go to the place I set out for.

LE PATISSER.

VERSAILLES.

BEFORE I had got half-way down the street, I changed my mind: as I am at Versailles, thought I, I might as well take a view of the town: so I pulled the cord, and ordered the coachman to drive round some of the principal streets. I suppose the town is not very large, said I. The coachman begged pardon for setting me right, and told me it was very superb, and that numbers of the first Dukes and Marquisses, and Counts had hotels. The Count de B-, of whom the bookseller, at the Quai de Conti, had spoke so handsomely the night before, came instantly into my mind.-And why should I not go, thought I, to the Count de B-, who has so high an idea of English books, and English men, and tell him my story? So I changed my mind a second time-in truth, it was the third; for I had intended that day for Madame de R-, in the Rue St. Pierre, and had devoutly sent her word by her fille de chambre, that I would assuredly wait upon her; but I am governed by circumstances-I cannot govern them; so seeing a man standing with a basket on the other side of the street, as if he had something to sell, I bid La Fleur go up to him, and enqure for the Count's hotel.

La Fleur returned a little pale, and told me it was a Chevalier de St. Louis, selling patés-It is impossible, La Fleur! said I. La Fleur could no more account for the phenomenon than myself; but persisted in his story: he had seen the croix set in gold, with its red ribband, he said, tied to his button-hole -and had looked into his basket, and seen the patés which the chevalier was selling; so could not be mistaken in that.

Such a reverse in a man's life awakens a better principle than curiosity: I could not help looking for some time at him as I sat in the remise the more I looked at him, his croix, and his basket, the stronger they wove themselves into my brain-I got out of the remise, and went towards him.

He was begirt with a clean linen apron, which fell below his knees, and with a sort of bib which went half way up his breast; upon the top of this, but a little below the hem, hung his croix. His basket of little patés was covered over with a white damask napkin; another of the same kind was spread at the bottom; and there was a look of propreté and neatness throughout, that one might have bought his patés of him, as much from appetite as sentiment.

He made an offer of them to neither, but stood still with them at the corner of a hotel, for those to buy who chose it, without solicitation.

He was about forty-eight-of a sedate look, something approaching to gravity. I did not wonder.-I went up rather to the basket than him, and having lifted up the napkin, and taken one of his patés into my hand, I begged he would explain the appearance which affected me.

He told me, in a few words, that the best part or his life had passed in the service, in which, after spending a small patrimony, he had obtained a company, and the croix with it; but that, at the conclusion of the last peace, his regiment being reformed, and the whole corps, with those of some other regiments, left without any provision, he found himself in a wide world, without friends, without a livreand, indeed, said he, without any thing but this(pointing, as he said it, to his croix.) -The poor Chevalier won my pity, and he finished the scene, with winning my esteem too.

The King, he said, was the most generous of Princes, but his generosity could neither relieve or reward every one; and it was only his misfortune to be amongst the number. He had a little wife, he said, whom he loved, who did the patisserie: and added, he felt no dishonour in defending her and himself from want in this way, unless Providence had offered him a better.

It would be wicked to withhold a pleasure from the good, in passing over what happened to this poor Chevalier of St. Louis about nine months after.

It seems he usually took his stand near the iron gates which lead to the palace, and as his croix had caught the eyes of numbers, numbers had made the same inquiry which I had done. He had told them the same story, and always with so much modesty and good sense, that it had reached, at last, the king's ears-who hearing the chevalier had been a gallant officer, and respected by the whole regiment, as a man of honour and integrity, he broke up his little trade, by a pension of fifteen hundred livres a year.

As I have told this to please the reader, I beg he will allow me to relate another, out of its order, to please myself-the two stories reflect light upon each other-and it is a pity they should be parted.

THE SWORD.

RENNES.

WHEN states and empires have their periods of declension, and feel in their turns what distress and poverty is I stop not to tell the causes which gradually brought the house d'Ein Britanny, into decay. The Marquis d'E-- had fought up against his condition with great firmness; wishing to preserve, and still shew to the world, some little fragments of what his ancestors had been-their indiscretions had put it out of his power. There was enough left for the little exigencies of obscurity. But he had two boys who looked up to him for light-he thought they deserved it. He had tried his sword-it could not open the way-the mounting was too expensive -and simple economy was not a match for it-there was no resource but commerce.

In any other province in France, save Britanny, this was smiting the root for ever of the little tree his pride and affection wished to see re-blossomBut in Britanny, there being a provision for this, he availed himself of it; and taking an occasion when the states were assembled at Rennes, the Marquis, attended with his two sons, entered the court; and having pleaded the right of an ancient law of the