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was right, said 1, in rapture, as our of English habits, English customs, old crazy vehicle rolled through and English climate detestable, the Rue St. Denis. There is no whilst the weather continued fine, winter in Paris. I had either for- and could walk about in a clear gotten, or did not chuse to remember, atmosphere. But the delusion was that four days before this, when I of short duration; the weather soon left my little cottage at Kensington, became foggy-the sky was hidden the sky was clear and the air pure by clouds, and a dense mist renin England; I was in France and dered walking for pleasure imposbreathing a fine French air, had be. sible ; if I ventured out, my eyes come for the moment quite a French were in pain from the wood-smoke man.

which descended from the chimnies, The ancients said that a coward, and my feet were wet through in a after eating a lion's heart, became a moment. lion. lo my own days I have seen December came. In the first week honest little Capeas, the lawyer of the weather was tolerable, and I Hammersmith, who is naturally became a little reconciled. In the mild and gentle, and above all, fear second week, the cold was excessive. ful of his wife, after drinking a good How did I then long for old Engbottle of Xeres, become as haughty land, and my good coal fire in and full of ire as a Spaniard. Pluck my snug cottage at Kensington ! quill, the wealthy poulterer of New- On the 15th of December the ice gato-street, who walks along the was three inches thick, and hunstreets of London, looking as black dreds were skaiting in the Thuilieres and taciturn as the front of St. Gardens. On the 16th it thawed Paul's Church, no sooner has taken and froze again; the pores of one's a few glasses of claret, than he be. body were opened at one moment, gins to jabber in French phrases; and perspiration checked at another; and Brazier, the tinman, when he at this moment the weather is what has swallowed a bumper of Hol- an Englishman calls muggy overlands, is as surly and obstinate as head and chilling under-foot. Every a Dutchman. I suppose it was some body has a cold, two out of six have thing in the French air that gave their faces wrapped up, and all me a high opinion of the French this in Paris, dear delightful Paris, elimate and character. I lost the where there is no winter. I am no John Ball so completely, that be- longer a Frenchman--with the fine fore I reached Meurice's Hotel, in the weather I lost my spirits I have Rue St. Honoré, I had amused my no longer elasticity of body or of travelling companions with a long mind—I am a miserable Englisheulogium upon France and French man, shivering over a wood fire, manders. If I had taken a dose of cursing my uncle and the deputy, laudanam at Calais to set me asleep and all

the rest of the fools who either for the whole journey it would have were silly enough to be delighted been more to my credit than this with Paris, or who, like soldiers ridiculous mania, but I have had who repent of their folly in becoming time to repent, and have repented such, advise others to do the same, most beartily:

merely that their folly shall not Por a few days, climate, manners, laugh them out of countenance. If, dress, every thing was delightful. however, by sincere repentance, and If the streets were a little dirty, I exposing myself like a scarecrow to admired the neatness of the ladies, warn others againt misfortune I can who held up their petticoats and expiate my fault, I shall be perfectly walked along without soiling their satisfied. shoes and stockings, instead of Here I am, however, locked up being disgusted by their want of by gout and rheumatism for the winmodesty. When I saw two French- ter, heartily tired of the French, and men in the Thuillieres Gardens anxious to see Old England again salwing each other, and talking to- with all her fogs and other disadvangether with their hats off for an hour tages. together, ! praised their politeness Whilst I remain in Paris I will instead of censuring their affecta- give you the news faithfully, which tion. lo short, every thing French is more than any of the newspapers was delightful, and the recollection

can say; and when I find an honest

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Frenchman I will send you word, whom has paid the debt of nature. but I fear that if I were to keep When the King was advised to accept back my letter for a postscript, the resignation of the Duke de Richestating that I had found one, yon lieu to make way for de Cazes, the would never receive either letter or former was waited upon by M. de postscript. In the literary way all who very politely, and with an afthat we have new that is worth fectation of sympathy, told him that notice will be found in the “ Trois he was desired to ask for the portmois en PortugalLe Commerce folio of office. The Duke appeared de la France," by the Count de thunderstruck, and for many miVaublanc, and the letters of M. nutes was incapable of speaking; at Gastinel upon the Saving Banks length in a fit of indignant rage and Insurance Offices. An English he said, “ Go, Sir, and tell the King work called the Voyage of Poly. that I regret to leave him in the cletus is in the press, and report hands of a set of scoundrels.” Some speaks of it very favourably. The time afterwards, when De Cazes was « Three Months in Portugal” con- turned out, or, in the courtly phrase, tains an account of Mr. Bowring had his resignation accepted, the and Sir Robert Wilson, of the same personage waited upon him, former it is said, that he speaks De Cases was in bed, and, on hearing all the languages of Europe. I the name announced, desired his wonder they did not say of Europe, servant to “undraw the curtains." Asia, Africa, and America, and M. de who had received many of the latter, that although ie favours from the Duke, was still has been deprived of his more cautious with him than he had mission by an ungrateful Sove- been on a former occasion with M. reign, he is still in commission by de Richelieu. He took a chair by the the people of every nation. The bedside, regretted to find his excel. work on the Trade of France is lency indisposed, remarked how unmore important in as much as pleasant a task he had to perform, it proves that, notwithstanding the trusted that things would come boast of the French ministry, the round, attered a great many uoresources of France are far from meaning sentences of compliment considerable. M. de Vaublanc,speak- and condolence, and ended by stating of the balance of trade, says that ing that his Excellency was the French annual exports exceed longer his Excellency. De Cazes the imports only three million francs heard him patiently, and without

annually, and he then proceeds in expressing niore surprise or agita* detail to shew the general unfavour- tion than if he had nerely been in

able state of French commerce. formed of the state of the weather. Having heard so much of the re- When the message was completed sources of the great nation, I am he called his servant to “ draw the surprised to find these facts stated curtains," and fell asleep as if noby a Frenchman; but it appears that thing had happened. they are facts which cannot be re- This anecdote I have mentioned futed. From what has fallen under because I thought it worth notice my own observation I see that their for its singularity: I must now give manufactories are in a bad state. two merely on account of their abThe common calico, which we make surdity, such precious morsels ought for 8d. a yard, is here at 30 sous, not to be lost to the British public. and yet, even at that price, the work. They are fine specimens of French man cannot earn 40 sous a day. A literature, French folly, French ser. lace very inferior in quality and vility. In order that nothing may appearance to that which we buy be lost of these important commu. in England for 6s. per yard, is here nications, I will give you a correct 15 francs : and, indeed, every thing translation from the articles as I of that description is dear in the find them in the Ruke d'Aquitaine same proportion.

of the 15th, a Bordeaux newspaper, An anecdote is stated of the Duke published under the patronage of de Cazes and the Duke de Richelieu, the Royal Family, and edited by M. which is very curious; it tends to Alphonse de Beanchamp, a gentle. shew the difference of character man who is considered one of the between these ex-ministers, one of props of the Royalist party.


CONTEMPORARY ANECDOTES. norant of the fact, or imagines that Great hopes rest upon the two chil. there is no danger of his royal padren of the illustrious and unfortu. trons supposing that he wants their pate Duke de Berry; one of them, His cheese. Royal Highness the Duke of Bor- The Bourbons are accustomed to deaux, is the precions pledge of our large doses of dattery, and no man future happiness. France will find in who would stand upon trifles ever him a worthy successor of the heroic made an advance in their favour. Prince whom she has lost. This The second anecdote related by the child of heaven will be the pride editor is more ridiculous even than and joy of his noble and courageous the first. mother. Her Royal Highness, A lady of the Court, who has a Mademoiselle, will one day prove very pretty daughter of the same herself the worthy sister of the young age as the princess, had taken her Henry; in the mean-time she is with her on a visit to the Chateau : destined by her sex to form the in order to repress the turbulence of happiness and consolation of the her child she was told that, out of august widow of the martyred respect to the princess, she must Prince. She will certainly fulfilstand perfectly quiet in the august this sweet task. All that we hear presence. When the princess saw a of her announces that she is kind, new companion of her own age, holdamiable, and full of grace and viva- ing the maternal gown in silence, city. We hear that she utters words and perfectly straight, she ran to full of wit and naïveté ; that she her, and in the most amiable manperforms the most striking and ner invited her to join in her amusepleasing actions, which are wonder- ments. The child, who remembered fal in so tender an age. The two the severe admonition of her mother, following anecdotes which we have, remained mute and motionless. In among others, from a person worthy vain were all the playthings exposed, of confidence, and who has the feli- in vain did the young princess excity of being near the sweet infant, hibit her doll upon springs, and display with equal charms her good offer to make it walk-the same want sense and character.

of motion, the same silence. MaThe young, Princess had been demoiselle, naturally lively, was on reading the fable of the Fox and the point of becoming angry; but the Crow; she asked what was meant suddenly, by an inspiration perfectly by a flatterer; a flatterer, said her original, she took her doll and governess, is a person who praises desired the child to touch a spring ; without cause and discretion the the doll was instantly in motion, beauty and good nature of children, the child laughed, Mademoiselle which you frequently experience threw her arms round her neck and when you are overwhelmed with kissed her, and they instantly began eulogiom-you must be on your to play together. guard against such eulogiums. Ma- M. Belzoni's Egyptian tomb, on demoiselle remembered this defini- the Boulevards, has been numetion, which had been conveyed to her rously attended since its opening. in terms suited to her age. A few Several members of the Institute days afterwards a lady of the Court have visited it, and two distinguished paid her a visit ; seduced by the members of the Royal Family have amiable and gracious manners of promised Mr. Belzoni to bonor his the child, this lady could not help exhibition with an early visit. It is praising her in terms which bordered impossible not to wish this enteron exaggeration : at first the royal prising and indefatigable man succhild heard her with astonishment; cess in his undertaking, but I much but finding there was no end to her fear, that he will find a difference compliments she turned towards her between a Parisian and a London governess, and, in a sweet expressive public, by no means to the credit of tone, said "

I think, Madam, this the former. It is generally believed, lady wants my cheese." This anec- and indeed I know from an unques. dote has been applied at least a tionable source, that Mr. Belzoni bandred and fifty times to different realized upwards of five thousand children: but our sapient editor of pounds by his exhibition in London the Ruke d' Aquitain is either ig. after paying the expense previous

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to the opening, and all the subse Belzoni. He is, I believe, under quent charges. It is reported that the immediate protection and pa. M. Belzoni intends to make another tronage of_Mr. Salt, the British excursion in Egypt, but I understand Consul in Egypt, and of several that he has no such intention; he distinguished members of the Anhas made arrangements for the pur- tiquarian Society. ehase of a small estate in his native The discovery of a temple, and a country, Italy, upon which he pro- great number of beautiful statues in poses to pass the remainder of his a field in France, has excited the atlife. However the friends of science tention of the philosophers in Paris. may desire the further researches The discovery was made by a peaof this intrepid and discriminating sant, who struck his spade against traveller, we must want generosity a finely sculptured lead of black and feeling, if we do not approve of marble. A gentleman of fortune bis proposal to enjoy the fruits of in the neighbourhood who heard of his labours in the bosom of his fa. the circumstance agreed to purchase mily, whilst he is in the vigor of life the whole field, and instantly set a to have a proper zest for enjoyment. number of persons digging; in a M. Belzoni has a younger brother, few hours he found several statues, Mr. Francis Belzoni, a gentleman and the walls of a Roman temple; of good education and gentlemanly we are promised a scientific account manners, who is likely to follow up of this discovery. the discoveries made by Mr. John

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Bertha. Good morrow, gentle friend,
Thou hast mislaid thy better looks to-day;
"Tis that ill-fashioned guise which misbecomes thee.

Constance. Ay, thou sayst rightly, it doth misbecome me,
For what have I to do with gaudy trappings?
I will have robes of black and suits of mourning,
So be my garb the colonr of
O! give me widow's weeds, for I am a widow,
A wretched woman who hath lost her husband.

Bertha. And truly were't a husband made me wretched
I'd take his loss for gain: Nay, do not weep.

Constance. Not weep? have no enjoyment? Would to Heav'n
Life were a juice I could exhale in tears;
A vapour, that I might by one long sigh
Abridge the breath of all my days to come.
My lord ! my lord ! I've lost his heart for ever.

Bertha. Thinking it lost is not the way to win it.
To love thy husband tlou defraudest thyself,
And art a prodigal to his deserts,
A miser to thine own; and, therefore, 'tis
Doubting thyself which makes thee doubt thy lord.
Sweet friend, be calm, and I will shew thee comfort.

Constance. Comfort ? what comfort—why he hath not two hearts ?
Bertha. No more-

—this must not be, so young, so sad,
I marvel any should be found so witless
To cherish sullen care, th' ungrateful chur!
Will break the very heart that fosters him.
In truth, it paineth me to mark how he
Hath been at bavock on thy blooming form,
Hath grav'd with rigid finger on thy brow
His crooked characters, and left the trace
Of his hoar breath among thy rayen hair..

Constance. I'm glad of it, these ravages shall be

Signals hung out to catch death's icy eye
Who mowing round with an industrious hand,
As to get forward in his endless task,
May take me in the desolating sweep,
Forget my date of years, and think me old.

Bertha. If thou dost love me, talk not thus, my Constance ;
Make me a partner in thy grief, and so
Diminish sorrow, by dividing it.

Constance. Divide ! ah, never may'st thou feel as I do ;
My brain is bloated with unwholesome thought;
My blood so wildly traverseth my veins
That ye may hear it rushing; in my breast,
Feeding and festering on the core of life,
There is a scorpion with a thousand stings ;
And ev'ry sting of a peculiar torture.
Heav'n in its vengeance on primeral sin
Condemn’d our race to toil, and shame, and anguish,
A needless sentence sure, had God pronounc'd
This comprehensive curse, let man be jealous.
Oh ! what have I now done to my St. Leon,
That he should fly my empty arms so long ?
Is then my rival such a peerless witch,
Her speech so eloqnent, 'her wit so rare ?
A dainty thing to look on, I'll be sworn,
That so his eyes find fair excuse at least.
Doth be not prate of her surpassing beauty,
And wear her at his side for ornament,
Is she not meat, and mirth, and health, and life to him.

Bertha. Be more advis'd, my Constance; 'tis not well
To creep into St. Leon's inmost mind,
And with the subtle key of dark suspicion
Unlock its avenues and secret springs,
And set thy fears to watch its every movement;
Leave this to meaner souls, and take this counsel,
Be wise and trust, and in thy trust be happy.
In trath, I ween St. Leon's outward seeming
Hath ever been most fond, and kind, and courteous.

Constance. Canst thou be so deceiv'd ? Nor knowst how oft
The most kind husband is the most inconstant.
His fondness is but asking for forgiveness ;
Bat I have wrought me to a resolution
Shall even startle his indifference.
I will unmarry me:
Divest my finger of this golden link,
Break it in two, and render it to his hand
To tell the story of his broken faith.
Ah! magic ring! ah! necromantic circle !
What breadth of bliss, and what a drear extent
Of mis'ry, will thy narrow compass span.
Ha! see, he comes, he comes, my prince, my lord!
Mark how his hanghty soul intrusts his bearing,
Dictates his step, and rears his lofty brow;
Nature was made a bankrupt at his birth
To mould a form at which the gods should envy;
That voice, that smile, those eyes made out of Heaven
Of the sun's brightness and the ether's blue.
O! look at him, dear Bertha, look at him.
'Tis wise to whip my ambitious spirit,
To rob me of himself a little while,
Lest I should grow too proud in my possession.
O! how my heart reproves my tardy foot,
And leaps to meet him. Would I were his shadow.


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