I believe, Monsieur le comte, 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 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 refinements, to arrive at the same polish which distinguishes the French, if we did not lose the politesse de 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 comte, 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 become 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 comte, added I, wishing to soften what I had said, have so many excellencies, they can the better spare this they are a loyal, a gallant, a generous, an ingenious, and good-tempered people as is under heaven they have a fault- they are too serious.

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

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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 got that moment to dine with the due 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 opinion - or, in what manner you

support it. - But if you do support it, Monsieur l'Anglois, 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 1 set out for Itaiy so took my leave.

LI.

WH

THE TEMPTATION.

PARIS.

HEN 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 no. 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.

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It was the fair fille-de-chambre I had walked along the quai de Conti with Madame de Rhad sent her upon some commissions to a marchande de modes, within a step or two of the hotel de Modène, and as I had failed in 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 maythe crimson window-curtains (which were of the same colour of those of the bed) were drawn close the sun was setting, and reflected through them so warm a tint into the fair fille-de-chambre's face I thought she blushed the idea of it made me blush my.

self. — we were quite alone; and that superinduced a second blush, before the first could get off. There is a sort of a pleasing half-guilty blush where the blood is more in fault than the man it is sent impetuous from the heart, and virtue flies after it not to call it back, but to make the sensation of it more delicious to the nerves - it is associated

But I will not describe it I felt something at first within me which was not in strict unison with the lesson of virtue I had given her the night before I sought five minutes for a card I knew I had not one. I took up a pen -I laid it down again — my hand trembled the devil was in me.

I know as well as any one, he is an adversary whom if we resist, he will fly from us - but I seldom resist him at all; from a terror, that, though I may conquer, I may still get a hurt in the conibat —so I give up the triumph for security; and

instead of thinking to make him fly, I generally fly myself.

took

The fair fille-de-chambre came close up to the bureau where I was looking for a card up first the pen I cast down, then offered to hold me the ink she offered it so sweetly, I was going to accept it—but I durst not—I have nothing, my dear, said I, to write upon.—Write it, said she, simply, upon any thing.

I was just going to cry out, Then I will write it, fair girl! upon thy lips.

If I do, said I, I shall perish—so I took her by the hand, and led her to the door, and begged she would not forget the lesson I had given her She said, indeed she would not

and as she

uttered it with some earnestness, she turned about, and gave me both her hands, closed together, into mine it was impossible not to compress them in that situation-I wished to let them go; and all the time I held them, I kept arguing within myself against it - and still I held them on. - In two minutes I found I had all the battle to fight over again and I felt my legs and every limb about me tremble at the idea.

The foot of the bed was within a yard and a half of the place where we were standing — I had still hold of her hands and how it happened I can give no account, but I neither asked her

nor drew her -nor did I think of the bed —but so it did happen, we both sat down.