strokes of nature, which the poet had wrought up in that pathetic speech of Perseus, O Cupid, prince of God and men, &c. Every man almost spoke pure iambics the next day, and talk'd of nothing but Perseus his pathetic address" O Cupid, prince of God and men

-in every street of Abdera, in every house-"O Cupid! Cupid!"-in every mouth, like the natural notes of some sweet melody which drops from it whether it will or no-nothing but "Cupid! Cupid! prince of God and men"-The fire caught-and the whole city, like the heart of one man, open'd itself to Love.

No pharmacopolist could sell one grain of helebore -not a single armourer had a heart to forge one instrument of death-Friendship and Virtue met together, and kiss'd each other in the street-the golden age returned, and hung over the town of Abdera-every Abderite took his oaten pipe, and every Abderitish woman left her purple web, and chastely sat her down and listened to the song

'Twas only in the power, says the Fragment, of the God whose empire extendeth from heaven to earth, and even to the depths of the sea, to have done this.

WHE

MONTRIUL.

WHEN all is ready, and every article is disputed and paid for in the inn, unless you are a little sour'd by the adventure, there is always a matter to compound at the door, before you can get into your chaise, and that is with the sons and daughters of poverty, who surround you. Let no man say, "let them go to the devil"-'tis a cruel journey

to send a few miserables, and they have had sufferings enow without it: I always think it better to take a few sous out in my hand; and I would counsel every gentle traveller to do so likewise; he need not be so exact in setting down his motives for giving them -They will be register'd elsewhere.

For my own part, there is no man gives so little as I do; for few, that I know, have so little to give: but as this was the first public act of my charity in France, I took the more notice of it.

A well-a-way! said I, I have but eight sous in the world, shewing them in my hand, and there are eight poor men and eight poor women for 'em.

A poor tatter'd soul, without a shirt on, instantly withdrew his claim, by retiring two steps out of the circle, and making a disqualifying bow on his part. Had the whole parterre cried out, Place aux dames, with one voice, it would not have conveyed the sentiment of a deference for the sex with half the effect.

Just Heaven! for what wise reasons hast thou ordered it, that beggary and urbanity, which are at such variance in other countries, should find a way to be at unity in this?

-I insisted upon presenting him with a single sous, merely for his politesse.

A poor little dwarfish, brisk fellow, who stood overagainst me in the circle, putting something first under his arm, which had once been a hat, took his snuff-box out of his pocket, and generously offer'd a pinch on both sides of him: it was a gift of consequence, and modestly declined-The poor little fellow press'd it upon them with a nod of welcomeness-Prenez en— prenez, said he, looking another way; so they each took a pinch-Pity thy box should ever want one, said I to myself; so I put a couple of sous into it -taking a small pinch out of his box to enhance

their value, as I did it. He felt the weight of the second obligation more than of the first-'twas doing him an honour-the other was only doing him a charity- -and he made me a bow down to the ground for it.

-Here! said I to an old soldier with one hand, who had been campaign'd and worn out to death in the service- -here's a couple of sous for thee. Vive le Roi! said the old soldier.

I had then but three sous left: so I gave one, simply pour l'amour de Dieu, which was the footing on which it was begg'd-The poor woman had a dislocated hip; so it could not be well upon any other motive.

Mon cher et tres charitable Monsieur-There's no opposing this, said I.

My Lord Anglois-the very sound was worth the money—so I gave my last sous for it. But in the eagerness of giving, I had overlooked a pauvre honteux, who had no one to ask a sous for him, and who, I believed, would have perished ere he could have ask'd one for himself; he stood by the chaise, a little without the circle, and wiped a tear from a face which I thought had seen better days-Good God! said I— and I have not one single sous left to give him-But you have a thousand! cried all the powers of nature, stirring within me- -so I gave him- -no matter what- -I am ashamed to say how much, now-and was ashamed to think how little, then: so if the reader can form any conjecture of my disposition, as these two fixed points are given him, he may judge within a livre or two what was the precise sum.

I could afford nothing for the rest, but Dieu vous benisse-Et le bon Dieu vous benisse encore-said the old soldier, the dwarf, &c. The pauvre honteux could say nothing-he pull'd out a little handkerchief, and

wiped his face as he turned away-and I thought he thanked me more than them all.

THE BIDET.

WAVING settled all these little matters, I got

H into my post-chaise with more ease than ever

*

I got into a post-chaise in my life; and La Fleur having got one large jack-boot on the far side of a little bidet, and another on this (for I count nothing of his legs)—he canter'd away before me as happy and as perpendicular as a prince

-But what is happiness! what is grandeur in this painted scene of life ! A dead ass, before we had got a league, put a sudden stop to La Fleur's career-his bidet would not pass by it-a contention arose betwixt them, and the poor fellow was kick'd out of his jack-boots the very first kick.

La Fleur bore his fall like a French christian, saying neither more or less upon it, than, Diable! so presently got up and came to the charge again astride his bidet, beating him up to it as he would have beat his drum.

The bidet flew from one side of the road to the other, then back again-then this way-then that way, and in short every way but by the dead ass—] -La Fleur insisted upon the thing-and the bidet threw him.

What's the matter, La Fleur, said I, with this bidet of thine?—Monsieur, said he, c'est un cheval le plus opiniatre du monde- -Nay, if he is a conceited beast, he must go his own way, replied I—so La Fleur got off him, and giving him a good sound lash, the bidet took me at my word, and away he scamper'd back to Montriul- -Peste! said La Fleur.

* Post horse.

It is not mal-à-propos to take notice here, that though La Fleur availed himself but of two different terms of exclamation in this encounter-namely, Diable! and Pested that there are nevertheless three in the French language; like the positive, comparative, and superlative, one or the other of which serve for every unexpected throw of the dice in life.

Le Diable! which is the first, and positive degree, is generally used upon ordinary emotions of the mind, where small things only fall out contrary to your expectations such as the throwing once doubletsLa Fleur's being kick'd off his horse, and so forth -cuckoldom, for the same reason, is always-Le Diable!

But in cases where the cast has something provoking in it, as in that of the bidet's running away after, and leaving La Fleur aground in jack-boots-'tis the second degree.

'Tis then Peste !

And for the third

-But here my heart is wrung with pity and fellowfeeling, when I reflect what miseries must have been their lot, and how bitterly so refined a people must have smarted, to have forced them upon the use of it

Grant me, O ye powers which touch the tongue with eloquence in distress!-whatever is my cast, grant me but decent words to exclaim in, and I will give my nature way.

-But as these were not to be had in France, I resolved to take every evil just as it befel me, without any exclamation at all.

La Fleur, who had made no such covenant with himself, followed the bidet with his eyes till it was got out of sight-and then, you may imagine, if you please, with what word he closed the whole affair.