-Mon Dieu! faid Monf. Deffein-I have no interest-Except the intereft, faid I, which men of a certain turn of mind take, Monf. Deffein, in their own fenfations-I'm perfuaded, to a man who feels for others as well as for himfelf, every rainy night, disguise it as you will, must cast a damp upon your spirits-You fuffer, Monf. Deflein, as much as the machine

I have always obferved, when there is as much four as fweet in a compliment, that an Englishman is eternally at a lofs within himself, whether to take it, or let it alone: a Frenchman never is: Monf. Deffein made me a bow.

-C'est bien vrai, faid he-But in this cafe I fhould only exchange one difquietude for another, and with loss: figure to yourself, my dear Sir, that in

giving you a chaife which would fall to pieces before you had got half way to Paris-figure to yourself how much I fhould fuffer, in giving an ill impreffion of myself to a man of honour, and lying at the mercy, as I must do, d'un bomme d'efprit.

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The dofe was made up exactly after my own prescription; fo I could not help taking it and returning Monf. Deffein his bow, without more cafuiftry we walk'd together towards his Remife, to take a view of his magazine of chaifes.

IN THE STREET.

CALAIS.

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IT must needs be a hoftile kind of a world, when the buyer (if it be but of a forry poft-chaife) cannot go forth with the feller thereof into the ftreet to terminate the difference betwixt them, but he inftantly falls into the fame frame of mind and views his conventionist with the fame fort of eye, as if he was going along with him to Hydepark corner to fight a duel. For my own part, being but a poor fword'sman, and no way a match for Monfieur Deffein, I felt the rotation of all the movements within n me, to which the fituation is incident- I looked at Monfieur Deffein through and through-ey'd him as he walked along

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in profile then, en face-thought he look'd like a Jew-then a Turk—disliked his wig-curfed him by my godswifhed him at the devil

-And is all this to be lighted up in the heart for a beggarly account of three or four Louisd'ors, which is the moft I can be overreach'd in? Base paffion! faid I, turning myfelf about, as a man naturally does upon a fudden reverse of fentiment base, ungentle paffion! thy hand is against every man, and every man's hand against thee-Heaven forbid! faid fhe, raifing her hand up to her forehead, for I had turned full in front upon the lady whom I had feen in conference with the monk-fhe had followed us unperceived-Heaven forbid indeed! faid I, offering her my own-she had a black pair of filk gloves open only at the thumb and two forefingers, fo accepted

cepted it without referve-and I led her up to the door of the Remife.

1. Monfieur Deffein had diabled the key above fifty times before he found out he had come with a wrong one in his hand: we were as impatient as himself to have it open'd; and fo attentive to the obftacle, that I continued holding her hand almost without knowing it; fo that Monfieur Deffein left us together with her hand in mine, and with our faces turned towards the door of the Remife, and faid he would be back in five minutes.

Now a colloquy of five minutes, in fuch a fituation, is worth one of as many ages, with your faces turned towards the ftrect: in the latter cafe, 'tis drawn from the objects and occurrences withoutwhen your eyes are fixed upon a dead blank-you draw purely from yourselves.