THE PASSPORT.

Versailles.

As the passport was directed to all lieu. tenant governors, governors, and commandants of cities, generals of armies, justiciaries, and all officers of justice to let Mr. Yorick the king's jester, and his baggage, travel quietly along-I own the triumph of obtaining the passport was not a little tarnished by the figure I cut in it.But there is nothing unmixed in this world; and some of the gravest of our divines have carried it so far as to affirm, that enjoyment itself was attended even with a sigh-and that the greatest they knew of terminated in a general way, in little better than a convulsion.

I remember the grave and learned Bevoriskius, in his Commentary upon the Generations from Adam, very naturally breaks off in the middle of a note to give an account to the world of a couple of sparrows upon the out edge of his window, which had incommoded him all the time he wrote, and at last had entirely taken him off from his genealogy.

-Tis strange! writes Bevoriskius: but the facts are certain, for I have had the curiosity to mark them down one by one with my pen ;-but the cock sparrow, during the little time that I could have finished the other half of this note, has actually interrupted me with the reiteration of

his caresses three-and-twenty times and a half.

How merciful, adds Bevoriskius, is Hea

ven to his creatures.

Ill fated Yorick! that the gravest of thy brethren should be able to write that to the world, which stains thy face with crimson to copy, even in thy study.

But this is nothing to my travels.-So I twice twice beg pardon for it.

CHARACTER.

Versailles.

AND how do you find the French? said the Count de B****, after he had given me the passport.

The reader may suppose, that after so obliging a proof of courtesy, I could not be at a loss to say something handsome to the inquiry.

-Mais passe, pour cela.-Speak frankly, said he: do you find all the urbanity in the French which the world give us the honour of?—I had found every thing, I said, which confirmed it.-Vraiment, said the Count, les François sont polis.-To an excess, replied I.

The Count took notice of the word excess! and would have it I meant more than I said. I defended myself a long time as well as I could against it.-He insisted I had a reserve, and that I would speak my opinion frankly.

I believe, Monsieur le Count, said I,

that man has a certain compass, as well as an instrument; and that the social and other calls have occasion by turns for every key in him; so that if you begin a note too high or too low, there must be a want either in the upper or under part, to fill up the system of harmony.-The Count de B**** did not understand music, so desired me to explain it in some other way. A polished nation, my dear Count, said I, makes every one its debtor: and besides, urbanity itself, like the fair sex, has so many charms, it goes against the heart to say it can do ill; and yet, I believe, there is but a certain line of perfection, that man, take him altogether, is empowered to arrive at :-if he gets beyond, he rather exchanges qualities than gets them. I must not presume to say how far this has affected the French, in the subject we are speaking of;-but, should it ever be the case of the English, in the progress of their refine. ments, to arrive at the same polish which distinguishes the French, if we did not lose the politesse du cœur, which inclines men more to humane actions than courteous ones, we should at least lose that distinct variety and originality of character, which distinguishes them, not only from each other, but from all the world besides.

I had a few of King William's shillings, as smooth as glass, in my pocket; and foreseeing they would be of use in the illustration of my hypothesis, I had got them into my hand when I had proceeded so far :See, Monsieur le Count, said I, rising up,

and laying them before him upon the table-by jingling and rubbing one against another for seventy years together in one body's pocket or another's, they are be come so much alike, you can scarce distinguish one shilling from another.

The English, like ancient medals, kept more apart, and passing but few people's hands, preserve the first sharpnesses which the fine hand of Nature has given them ;they are not so pleasant to feel-but in return the legend is so visible, that at the first look you see whose image and superscription they bear.-But the French, Monsieur le Count, added I (wishing to soften what I had said), have so many excel. lences, they can the better spare this:they are a loyal, a gallant, a generous, an ingenious, and good tempered people as is under heaven;-if they have a fault-they

are too serious.

Mon Dieu! cried the Count, rising out of his chair.

Mais vous plaisantez, said he, correcting his exclamation.-I laid my hand upon my breast, and with earnest gravity assured him it was my most settled opinion.

The Count said he was mortified he could not stay to hear my reasons, being engaged to go that moment to dine with the Duc de C****.

But if it is not too far to come to Versailles to eat your soup with me, I beg, before you leave France, I may have the pleasure of knowing you retract your opi ion-or, in what manner you support it.

-But, if you do support it, Monsieur An glois, said he, you must do it with all your powers, because you have the whole world against you. I promised the Count I would do myself the honour of dining with him before I set out for Italy ;-so took my leave.

THE TEMPTATION.

Paris.

WHEN I alighted at the hotel, the porter told me a young woman with a bandbox had been that moment inquiring for me.I do not know, said the porter, whether she is gone away or not. I took the key of my chamber of him, and went up stairs; and when I had got within ten steps of the top of the landing before my door, I met her coming easily down.

It was the fair fille de chambre I had walked along the Quai de Conti with: Madame de R**** had sent her upon some commission to a merchande de modes within a step or two of the hotel de Modene; and as I had failed waiting upon her, had bid her inquire if I had left Paris; and if so, whether I had not left a letter addressed to her.

As the fair fille de chambre was so near my door, she returned back, and went into the room with me for a moment or two whilst I wrote a card.

It was a fine still evening in the latter end of the month of May-the crimson