: 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 marquises 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 Englishmen, 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 inquire 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 riband, he said, tied to his buttonhole; and had looked into the 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 a bib that 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 such 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 of 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 re-formed, 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 livre ;-and indeed, said he, without anything but this :-(pointing, as he said it, to his croix.) The poor Chevalier won my pity; and he finished the scene by winning my esteem too. The King, he said, was the most generous of princes; but his generosity could neither relieve nor 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 up to the palace; and as his croix had caught the eye of numbers, numbers had made the same inquiry which I had done. He had told 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 'tis 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'E― in Britanny into decay. The Marquis d'E― had fought up against his condition with great firmness; wishing to preserve, and still show 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 saye Britanny, this was smiting the root for ever of the little tree his pride and affection wished to see re-blossom.-But 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 boys, entered the court; and having pleaded the right of an ancient law of the duchy, which, though seldom claimed, he said, was no less in force, he took his sword from his side ;-Here, said he, take it; and be |