No," said she, doing the same thing. There are certain combined looks of simple subtlety, where whim, and sense, and seriousness, and nonsense are so blended, that all the languages of Babel set loose together could not express them; they are communicated and caught so instantaneously that you can scarce say which party is the infecter. leave it to your men of words to swell pages about it; it is enough in the present to say again, the gloves would not do; so folding our hands within our arms, we both lolled upon the counter; it was narrow, and there was just room for the parcel to lay be

tween us.

I

The beautiful grisette looked sometimes at the gloves, then sideways to the window, then at the gloves, and then at me. I was not disposed to break silence-I followed her example: so I looked at the gloves, then to the window, then at the gloves, and then at her—and so on alternately.

I found I lost considerably in every attack: she had a quick black eye, and shot through two such long and silken eyelashes with such

penetration, that she looked into my very heart and reins.-It may seem strange, but I could actually feel she did.

"It is no matter," said I, taking up a couple of the pairs next me, and putting them into my pocket.

I was sensible the beautiful grisette had not asked above a single livre above the price. I wished she had asked a livre more, and was puzzling my brains how to bring the matter about.

"Do you think, my dear sir," said she, mistaking my embarrassment, "that I could ask a sous too much of a stranger, and of a stranger, whose politeness more than his want of gloves, has done me the honour to lay himself at my mercy?-M'en croyez-vous capable?"

Faith! not I," said I;

you are welcome."

"and if you were,

So, counting the money into her hand, and with a lower bow than one generally makes to a shopkeeper's wife, I went out, and her lad with his parcel followed me.

THE TRANSLATION.

PARIS.

THERE was nobody in the box I was let into but a kindly old French officer. I love the character, not only because I honour the man whose manners are softened by a profession which makes bad men worse; but that I once knew one-for he is no more-and why should I not rescue one page from violation by writing his name in it, and telling the world it was Captain Tobias Shandy, the dearest of my flock and friends, whose philanthropy I never think of, at this long distance from his death, but my eyes gush out with tears. For his sake, I have a predilection for the whole corps of veterans; and so I strode over the two back rows of benches, and placed myself beside him.

The old officer was reading attentively a small pamphlet (it might be the book of the opera) with a large pair of spectacles.

As soon as I sat down, he took his spectacles off, and putting them into a shagreen case, returned them and the book into his pocket together. I half rose up, and made him a bow.

Translate this into any civilised language in the world, the sense is this:

"Here's a poor stranger come into the box, he seems as if he knew nobody; and is never likely, was he to be seven years in Paris, if every man he comes near keeps his spectacles upon his nose; 'tis shutting the door of conversation absolutely in his face, and using him worse than a German."

The French officer might as well have said it all aloud and if he had, I should in course have put the bow I made him into French too, and told him "I was sensible of his attention, and returned him a thousand thanks for it."

There is not a secret so aiding to the progress of sociality, as to get master of this short hand, and to be quick in rendering the several turns of looks and limbs, with all their inflections and delineations,

into plain words. For my own part, by long habitude, I do it so mechanically, that when I walk the streets of London, I go translating all the way, and have more than once stood behind the circle, where not three words have been said, and have brought off twenty different dialogues with me, which I could have fairly wrote down and sworn to.

I was going one evening to Martini's concert at Milan, and was just entering the door of the hall, when the Marquisina di F— was coming out in a sort of hurry: she was almost upon me before I saw her: so I gave a spring to one side to let her pass: she had done the same, and on the same side too; so we ran our heads together: she instantly got to the other side to get out, I was just as unfortunate as she had been, for I had sprung to that side, and opposed her passage again: we both flew together to the other side, and then back; and so on: it was ridiculous; we both blushed intolerably: so I did at last the thing I should have done at first I stood