sive attention, holding her satin purse by its riband in her hand all the time.-'Tis a very small one, said I, taking hold of the bottom of it-(she held it towards me) -and there is very little in it, my dear, said I; but be but as good as thou art handsome, and Heaven will fill it. a parcel of crowns in my hand to pay for I had Shakspeare; and, as she had let go the purse entirely, I put a single one in; and, tying up the riband in a bow knot, returned it to her.

The young girl made me more an humble courtesy than a low one :-'twas one of those quiet, thankful sinkings, where the spirit bows itself down-the body does no more than tell it. I never gave a girl a crown in my life which gave me half the pleasure.

My advice, my dear, would not have been worth a pin to you, said I, if I had not given this along with it: but now, when you see the crown, you'll remember it-so don't, my dear, lay it out in ri

bands.

Upon my word, Sir, said the girl, earnestly, I am incapable;-in saying which, as is usual in little bargains of honour, she gave me her hand :-En vérité, Monsieur, je mettrai cet argent àpart, said she.

When a virtuous convention is made betwixt man and woman, it sanctifies their most private walks: so notwithstanding it was dusky, yet as both our roads lay the same way, we made no scruple of walking along the Quai de Conti together.

She made me a second courtesy in setting off, and before we got twenty yards from the door, as if she had not done enough before, she made a sort of a little stop to tell me again-she thanked me.

It was a small tribute, I told her, which I could not avoid paying to virtue, and would not be mistaken in the person I had been rendering it to for the world;-but I see innocence, my dear, in your face-and foul befall the man who ever lays a snare in its way.

The girl seemed affected some way or other with what I said;-she gave a low sigh:-1 found I was not empowered to inquire at all after it-so said nothing more till I got to the corner of the Rue de Nevers, where we were to part.

-But is this the way, my dear, said I, to the Hotel de Modene? she told me it was-or that I might go by the Rue de Gueneguaud, which was the next turn.Then I'll go, my dear, by the Rue de Gueneguaud, said I, for two reasons; first, I shall please myself, and next, I shall give you the protection of my company as far on your way as I can. The girl was sensible I was civil-and said, she wished the Hotel de Modene was in the Rue de St. Pierre. You live there? said I.-She told me she was fille de chambre to Madam R****.-Good God! said I, 'tis the very lady for whom I have brought a letter from Amiens.-The girl told me that Madam R****, she believed, expected a

stranger with a letter, and was impatient to see him :-so I desired the girl to present my compliments to Madam R****, and say, 1 would certainly wait upon her in the morning.

We stood still at the corner of the Rue de Nevers whilst this passed.-We then stopped a moment whilst she disposed of her Egaremens du Cœur, &c. more commodiously than carrying them in her hand -they were two volumes: so I held the second for her whilst she put the first into her pocket; and then she held her pocket, and I put in the other after it.

'Tis sweet to feel by what fine spun threads our affections are drawn together.

We set off afresh, and as she took her third step, the girl put her hand within my arm.-I was just bidding her-but she did it of herself with that undeliberating simplicity, which showed it was out of her head that she had never seen me before. For my own part, I felt the conviction of consanguinity so strongly, that I could not help turning half round to look in her face, and see if I could trace out any thing in it of a family likeness.-Tut! said I, are we not all relations ?

When we arrived at the turning up of the Rue de Gueneguand, I stopped to bid her adieu for good and all: the girl would thank me again for my company and kindness. She bid me adieu twice.-I repeated it as often; and so cordial was the parting between us, that had it happened any where else, I'm not sure but I should have

signed it with a kiss of charity, as warm and holy as an apostle.

But in Paris, as none kiss each other but the men-Í did, what amounted to the same thing-I bid God bless her.

THE PASSPORT.

Paris.

WHEN I got home to my hotel, La Fleur told me I had been inquired after by the Lieutenant de Police.-The deuce take it! said I-I know the reason. It is time the reader should know it, for in the order of things in which it happened, it was omit ted: not that it was out of my head; but that had I told it then it might have been forgotten now-and now is the time I want

it.

I had left London with so much precipitation, that it never entered my mind that we were at war with France; and had reached Dover, and looked through my glass at the hills beyond Boulogne, before the idea presented itself; and with this in its train, that there was no getting there without a passport. Go but to the end of a street, I have a mortal aversion for returning back no wiser than I set out; and as this was one of the greatest efforts I had ever made for knowledge, I could less bear the thoughts of it: so hearing the Count de **** had hired the packet, I begged he would take me in his suite. The Count had some little knowledge of

me, so made little or no difficulty--only said, his inclination to serve me could reach no farther than Calais, as he was to return by way of Brussels to Paris; however, when I had once passed there, I might get to Paris without interruption : but that in Paris I must make friends and shift for myself. Let me get to Paris, Monsieur le Count, said I-and I shall do very well. So I embarked, and never thought more of the matter.

When La Fleur told me the Lieutenant de Police had been inquiring after me-the thing instantly occurred; and by the time La Fleur had well told me, the master of the hotel came into my room to tell me the same thing, with this addition to it, that my passport had been particularly asked after the master of the hotel concluded with saying, He hoped I had one -Not I, faith! said I.

The master of the hotel retired three steps from me as from an infected person, as I declared this-and poor La Fleur advanced three steps towards me, and with that sort of movement which a good soul makes to succour a distressed one ;-the fellow won my heart by it; and from that single trait I knew his character as perfectly, and could rely upon it as firmly, as if he had served me with fidelity for seven years.

Mon seigneur! cried the master of the hotel; but recollecting himself as he made the exclamation, he instantly changed the tone of it--If Monsieur, said he, has not a