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 't will be said it has one advantage 't is 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, than 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 chuse 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 Hôtel 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.

Che Pulse-Paris

H

AIL 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

open this door and let the stranger in.

ye who

- 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.

Très volontiers; most willingly, said she, laying her work down upon a chair next her, and rising up from the low chair she was sitting in, with so chearful a movement and so chearful a look, that had I been laying out fifty louis d'ors with her, I should have said. "This woman is grateful."

-

You must turn, Monsieur, said she, going with me to the door of the shop, and pointing the way down the street I was to take you must turn first to your left hand― mais prenez garde there are two turns; and be so good as to take the second- then go down à little way and you 'll see a church, and when you are past it, give yourself the trouble to turn directly to the right, and that will lead you to the foot of the Pont Neuf, which you must and there any one will do himself the

cross

pleasure to shew you

She repeated her instructions three times over to me, with the same good-natur'd patience the third time as the first; and if tones and mamners have a meaning, which certainly they have, unless to hearts which shut them out she seemed really interested, that I should not lose myself.

I will not suppose it was the woman's beauty, notwithstanding she was the handsomest Grisset, I think, I ever saw, which had much to do with the sense I had of her courtesy; only I remember, when I told her how much I was obliged to her, that I looked very full in her eyes, and that I repeated my thanks as often as she had done her instructions.

I had not got ten paces from the door, before I found I had forgot every tittle of what she had said so looking back, and seeing her still standing in the door of the shop as if to look whether I went right or not I returned back, to ask her whether the first turn was to my right or left for that I had absolutely forgot. Is it possible? said she, half laughing. 'Tis very possible, replied I, when a man is thinking more of a woman, than of her good advice.

As this was the real truth — she took it, as every woman takes a matter of right, with a slight courtesy.

Attendez, said she, laying her hand upon my arm to detain me, whilst she called a lad out of the back-shop to get ready a parcel of gloves. I am just going to send him, said she, with a packet into that quarter, and if you will have the complaisance to step in, it will be ready in a moment, and he shall attend you to the place. So I walk'd in with her to the far side of the shop, and taking up the ruffle in my hand which she laid upon the chair, as if I had a mind to sit, she sat down herself in her low chair, and I instantly sat myself down beside her.

- He will be ready, Monsieur, said she, in

a moment- And in that moment, replied I, most willingly would I say something very civil to you for all these courtesies. Any one may do a casual act of good-nature, but a continuation of them shews it is a part of the temperature; and certainly, added I, if it is the same blood which comes from the heart, which descends to the extremes (touching her wrist), I am sure you must have one of the best pulses of any woman in the world — Feel it, said she, holding out her arm. So laying down my hat, I took hold of her fingers in one hand, and applied the two fore-fingers of my other to the artery

Would to heaven! my dear Eugenius,1 thou hadst passed by, and beheld me sitting in my black coat, and in my lack-a-day-sical manner, counting the throbs of it, one by one, with as much true devotion as if I had been watching the critical ebb or flow of her fever

How wouldst thou have laugh'd and

1 Sterne's name for John Hall (afterwards Stevenson), a neighbour and Sterne's boon companion in Yorkshire. Hall, who was the author of Crazy Tales, is the Eugenius of the continuation of The Sentimental Journey, which was published in two volumes the year after Sterne's death under the title of Yorick's Sentimental Journey Continued by Eugenius.