*** in the Rue y sent her word t I would assurI am governed ot govern then.. with a basket or as if he had som s

1. 1' ar go up to li. COPY hotel.

alte pale: and toli vrier de St Louis sell. Ia eur, sig

roote account for

'; bal pers-d

n the eriyt in 1. Le said, time to 4 locked inĝo

He was begirt with a clean linen apron which fell below his knees, and with a sort of a bib that went half way up his breast; upon the top of this, but a little below the hem, hung his croix. His basket of little pates was covered over with a white damask napkin; another of the same kind was spread at the bottom; and there was a look of propretS and neatness throughout, that one might have bought his pates of him, as much from appetite as sentiment.

He made an offer of them to neither; but stood still with them at the corner of a hotel, for those to buy who chose it, without solicitation.

He was about forty-eight

sedate

of a

look, something approaching to gravity. I did not wonder. I went up rather to the basket than him, and having lifted up the napkin, and taken one of his patés into my hand I begg'd he would explain the appearance which affected

me.

He told me in a few words, that the best part of his life had pass'd in the service, in which, after spending a small patrimony, he had obtain'd a company and the croix

with it; but that, at the conclusion of the last peace, his regiment being reformed, and the whole corps, with those of some other regiments, left without any provision, he found himself in a wide world without friends, without a livre and indeed, said he, without any thing but this (pointing, as he said it, to his croix) The poor Chevalier won my pity, and he finished the scene with winning my esteem

too.

The king, he said, was the most generous of princes, but his generosity could neither relieve or reward every one, and it was only his misfortune to be amongst the number. He had a little wife, he said, whom he loved, who did the patisserie ; and added, he felt no dishonour in defending her and himself from want in this way unless Providence had offer'd him

a better.

It would be wicked to withhold a pleasure from the good, in passing over what happen'd to this poor Chevalier of St Louis about nine months after.

It seems he usually took his stand near the iron gates which lead up to the palace,