on Wednesday-and the letter was neither right or wrong-so to gratify the poor fellow, who stood trembling for my honour, his own, and the honour of his letter-I took the cream gently off it, and whipping it up in my own way-I sealed up, and sent him with it to Madame de L* and the next morning we pursued our journey to Paris.

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WHEN

THEN a man can contest the point by dint of equipage, and carry all on floundering before him with half a dozen lackies and a couple of cooks-'tis very well in such a place as Paris⚫he drive in at which end of a street he will. may

A poor prince who is weak in cavalry, and whose whole infantry does not exceed a single man, had best quit the field, and signalize himself in the cabinet, if he can get up into it—I say up into it--for there is no descending perpendicularly amongst them with a "Me voici! mes enfans”— here I am-whatever many may think.

I own my

firft sensations, as soon as I was left solitary and alone in my own chamber in the hotel,

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were far from being so flattering as I had prefigured them: I walked up gravely to the window in my dusty black coat, and looking through the glass, saw all the world in yellow, blue, and green, running at the ring of pleasure-The old with broken lances, and in helmets which had loft their vizards--the young in armour bright which shone like gold, beplumed with each gay feather of the east-all-all tilting at it like fascinated knights in tournaments of yore for fame and love——

Alas, poor Yorrick! cried I, what art thou doing here? On the very first onset of all this glittering clatter, thou art reduced to an atom-seek --seek some winding alley, with a tourniquet at the end of it, where chariot never rolled, or flambeau shot its rays there thou mayeft solace thy soul in converse sweet with some kind grisset of a barber's wife, and get into such coteries!

May I perish! if I do, said I, pulling out the letter which I had to present to Madame de R***. I'll wait upon this lady the very first thing I do. So I called La Fleur to go seek me a barber directly -and come back and brush my coat.

THE WIG.

PARIS.

WHEN the barber came, he absolutely refused

to have any thing to do with my wig: 'twas either above or below his art; I had nothing to do, but to take one ready made of his own recommendation.

-But I fear, friend! said I, this buckle won't stand. You may immerge it, replied he, into the ocean, and it will stand

What a great scale is every thing upon in this city! thought I-the utmost stretch of an English periwig-maker's idea could have gone no further than to have" dipped it into a pail of water.” -What difference! 'tis like time to eternity.

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I confess I do hate all cold conceptions, as I do the puny ideas which endanger them; and am generally so struck with the great works of nature, that for my own part, if I could help it, I never would make a comparison less than a mountain at least. All that can be said against the French sublime in this instance of it, is this—that the grandeur

grandeur is more in the word, and less in the thing. No doubt the ocean fills the mind with vast ideas; but Paris being so far inland, it was not likely I should run post a hundred miles out of it, to try the experiment.-The Parisian barber meant nothing.

The pail of water standing beside the great deep, makes certainly but a sorry figure in speech --but 'twill be said it has one advantage-'tis in the next room, and the truth of the buckle may be tried in it without more ado, in a single moment."

In honest truth, and upon a more candid revision of the matter, the French expression professes more than it performs.

I think I can see the precise and distinguishing marks of national characters more in these nonsensical minutia, that in the most important matters of state; where great men of all nations talk and stalk so much alike, that I would not give nine-pence to choose amongst them.

I was so long in getting from under my barber's hands, that it was too late to think of going with my letter to Madame R*** that night; but when a man is once dressed at all points for going out, his reflections turn to little account; so taking down the name of the Hotel de Modene, where I

lodged, I walked forth without any determination where to go-I shall consider of that, said I, as I walk along.

THE PULSE.

PARIS.

HAIL ye small sweet courtesies of life, for

smooth do ye make the road of it! like grace and beauty which beget inclinations to love at first sight; 'tis ye who open this door and let the stranger in.

—Pray, Madame, said I, have the goodness to tell me which way I must turn to go to the Opera Comique.-Most willingly, Monsieur, said she, laying aside her work.

I had given a cast with my eye into half a dozen shops as I came along in search of a face not likely to be disordered by such an interruption; till at last, this hitting my fancy, I had walked in.

She was working a pair of ruffles as she sat in a low chair, on the far side of the shop, facing the door.

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