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of his feeing either the stage or the acThe poor dwarf did all he could to get a peep at what was going forwards, by feeking for fome little opening betwixt the German's arm and his body, trying first one fide, then the other; but the German ftood fquare in the most unaccommodating pofture that can be imagined the dwarf might as well have been placed at the bottom of the deepest draw-well in Paris; fo he civilly reached. up his hand to the German's fleeve, and told him his diftrefs-The German turned his head back, looked down upon him as Goliah did upon David-and unfeel-ingly resumed his posture.

I was just then taking a pinch of snuff out of my monk's little horn box-And how would thy meek and courteous fpirit, my dear monk! fo tempered to hear and forbear!-how fweetly would it have lent an ear to this poor foul's complaint!

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THE old French officer feeing me lift up my eyes with an emotion, as I made the apoftrophe, took the liberty to ask me what was the matter- -I told him the story in three words; and added, how inhuman it was..

By this time the dwarf was driven to extremes, and in his first transports, which are generally unreasonable, had told the German he would cut off his long queue with his knife-The Ger man looked back coolly, and told him he was welcome, if he could reach it.

AN injury fharpened by infult, be it who it will, makes every man of fentiment a party: I could have leaped out of the box to have redreffed it-The old. French officer did it with much lefs confufion; for leaning a little over, and nodding to a centinel, and pointing at the fame time with his finger at the distress -the

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—the centinel made his way up to itThere was no occasion to tell the griev -the thing told itself; so thrust ́ing back the German inftantly with his musket-he took the poor dwarf by the hand, and placed him before him. This is noble! faid I, clapping my hands. together And yet you would not per

mit this, faid the old officer, in England.

-In England, dear Sir, faid I, we

fit all at our cafe.

THE Old French officer would have fet me at unity with myself, in cafe I had been at variance by faying it was a bon motand as a bon mot is always worth fomething at Paris, he offered me a pinch of fnuff

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T was now my turn to afk the old French officer "What was the mat"ter!" for a cry of "Hauffez les mains,

Monfieur l' Abbe," re-echoed from a do

zen different parts of the parterre, was as unintelligible to me, as my apoftrophe to the monk had been to him.

He told me, it was fome poor Abbe in one of the upper lodges, who, he fuppofed, had got planted perdu behind a couple of Griffets in order to fee the opera; and that the parterre espying him, were infifting upon his holding up both his hands during the representation. And can it be fuppofed, faid I, that an ecclefiaftic

ecclefiaftic would pick the Griffets poc kets? The old French officer fmiled and whifpering in my ear, opened a door of knowledge which I had no idea of—

GOOD God! faid I, turning pale with aftonishment- is it poffible, that a people fo fmit with fentiment fhould at the fame time be fo unclean, and so unlike themselves. Quelle groffiereté !

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THE French officer told me, it was an illiberal farcasm at the church, which had begun in the theatre about the time the Tartuffe was given in it, by Molierebut, like other remains of Gothic manners, was declining- -Every nation, continued he, have their refinements and groffieretés, in which they take the lead, and lofe it of one another by turn that he had been in most countries, but never in one where he found not fome delicacies,