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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 seeking for fome little opening betwixt the German's arm and his body, trying first one fide, then the other; but the German stood square in the most unaccommodating posture that can be imagined-the dwarf might as well have been placed at the bottom of the deepest draw-well in Paris; so he civilly reached. up his hand to the German's fleeve, and told him his distress-The German turned his head back, looked down upon him as Goliah did upon David-and unfeelingly refumed 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 spirit, my dear monk! fo tempered to hear and forbear!-how sweetly 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 afk. 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 German looked back coolly, and told him he was welcome, if he could reach it.

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

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-the centinel made his way up to itThere was no occasion to tell the grievance-the thing told itself; so thrusting 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 permit this, said the old officer, in England.

-IN England, dear Sir, faid I, we fit all at our eafe.

THE Old French officer would have set me at unity with myself, in case I had been at variance by saying it was a bon mot-and as a bon mot is always worth something at Paris, he offered me a pinch of snuff

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T was now my turn to ask the old
French officer "What was the mat-

"ter!" for a cry of "Haussez les mains, "Monfieur l'Abbe," re-echoed from a dozen different parts of the parterre, was as unintelligible to me, as my apostrophe to the monk had been to him.

He told me, it was some poor Abbe in one of the upper lodges, who, he fupposed, had got planted perdu behind a couple of Griffets in order to fee the opera; and that the parterre espying him, were infisting upon his holding up both.. his hands during the representation. And can it be supposed, faid I, that an ecclesiastic would pick the Griffets pockets? The old French officer smiled 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 possible, that a people so smit with sentiment should at the fame time be so unclean, and so unlike themselves Quelle groffiereté! added I.

THE French officer told me, it was an illiberal farcafm at the church, which had begun in the theatre about the time the Tartuffe was given in it, by Moliere but, like other remains of Gothic manners, was declining Every nation, continued he, have their refinements and groffieretés, in which they take the lead, and lose it of one another by turn

that he had been in most countries, but never in one where he found not fome

delicacies,