carriages, and brilliancy of booths and cafés. But, of the Boulevards again: I got home as fast as I could, glad that I was not dependent for intellectual and social pleasure upon the factitious delights of French evening parties, whether within doors or without. On coming to the hotel I had a long conversation with a sensible English gentleman, who had resided some time in France, and who confirmed me in a good many ideas I had taken up. After which I slipt off to bed.

Saturday, 3d May.

On awakening this morning I fell into the following soliloquy :-Shall you not, as you once intended, adjourn to a better hotel than this? I don't know; I can't be troubled with changes; the people are so kind and civil too. Besides, who is to know any thing of where I lodge in Paris; and every thing about the place is quite respectable. Almost ashamed of such morning exercise of mind, I moved the following resolutions on this important subject:

I. Resolved, that as I am only to be a short time in Paris, it is not worth while to shift quarters.

II. As one so ignorant of France, its language and modes, as I am, is necessarily dependent upon those about him for information, I might not easily fall in with people who would, in all points, take so much

trouble with my instruction as the inhabitants of the house, from old Mrs. Colombe, who sews upon the stairs, down to little Delphine, with her skipping-rope, in the café.

III. As Mr. Joinville dines here always, and is ready of access to explain sundry matters with which I scruple not to trouble him; therefore, finally resolved, that here shall be the staff of my rest.

In a short time, Jacques, the chamber, not maid, but man, came in to take my clothes and shoes. This is an elderly person, of prepossessing appearance, who, as is usual in France, makes the beds and does up the rooms. I observed, however, that his wife, who lives on the common stair, assisted him in this occupation. "Comment vous portez vous, Jacques? fait il beau temps ce matin. Oui Monsieur, il fait temps superb; j'espere que vous avez bien dormi."

And a fine French morning it was; the sky of serene azure, and the venders of vegetables and other native commodities in full cry some of their notes are outré, and very pleasing; but to understand the words was past my ability. When I descended to breakfast, I found in the café a little plain woman, sitting at a table with tea and toast before her; but of which she was not eating a bit, being in a state of concern amounting almost to perturbation. An unsophisticated Englisher she was, who had come to meet some friends on busi

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ness in Paris, but whom she could not find through all the town. Unable so much as to speak a syllable of French, and having never before, although fifty years old, been above a mile or two from home, I cannot conceive how she mastered speech to order breakfast; it must have been by the language of signs. But I can scarce yet help laughing at her look of helpless surprise, mingled with comfort, when she found I was English; for the dark streets, towering houses, and horrible impression previously conceived of the character of the French, had reduced her to a state of great depression. Having made inquiry from what part of England she came, and being acquainted with a lady who lived in her neighbourhood, and whom she described as an excellent person and very good to the poor, I thought I had never become so popular with any body in so short a time. But it is astonishing on what a small basis acquaintance commences in a foreign land. I confess I was not ill pleased, in the country of infidelity, to come into contact with a person of great worth, who I discovered had been the gratuitous teacher of a sabbath. school in her native village for many years. She expressed herself desirous of attending English evangelical worship on the morrow, which I promised to arrange for her; although mine host, who dropt in during our conversation, suggested the propriety of going to Versailles to see the water-works.

I was now preparing to start for the Rev. Mr. on whom I had waited yesterday. But a voice at the door of the café, mentioning my name, I found this was Mr.

himself, who had walked some miles for the purpose. We therefore adjourned to Mr. Mallet the banker's, where our business was done (under a large portrait of Sir Walter Scott,) in the space of about twenty minutes : perhaps in Marryatt & Co.'s, in Cheapside, it would have taken three; but the French are far behind us in all commercial matters; and Mr. instead of pocketing the Scotch subscription in a small compass of golden Napoleons or bank notes, descended to the street with a bag of silver coin of inconvenient weight, which he carried like a common porter; silver alone being a legal tender in this realm. Mr. having further business and some pastoral visits to make, I had little more conversation with him, except a word or two concerning his children, one of whom he had lost, in the language of the world, but not in that of heaven, for she was " aupres a Dieu." I sometime afterwards visited a friend of his, who gave me an account of the deathbed scene of this little child, out of which I shall select one passage, which may show the view that is taken on so solemn an occasion by pious men in this quarter of the world :-" Son pere vivement pressé par le desir si naturel aux chretiens de savoir bien exactement ou en est devant Dieu l'ame d'un enfant cheri,

qui va quitter ce monde, eut aussi avec elle la conversation suivante: As tu peur de mourir, ma chere enfante? Non.-Si tu meurs, ou iras tu? Vers le bon Dieu. Et merites tu d'aller vers le bon Dieu ? Oh, non. -Et pourquoi? Parceque je suis mechante.-Et si tu es mechante, ou merites tu d'aller? En enfer, dans le feu. Mais si tu merites d'aller dans le feu, comment penses tu aller vers le bon Dieu ? A ce mots, regardant son pere d'un air presque etonné qu'il lui fit une telle question sur une chose qui etait pour elle si simple, si elementaire et si habituellement pratique, elle lui repondit avec l'epanchement de la plus douce confiance, en meme temps, qu' avec un grand serieux: Eh! parceque Jesus Christ est mort pour moi sur la croix."

I had hitherto gone abroad for the most part, into this great world of streets, under the charge of some one; but now bought a city map, and determined to pilot for myself. I succeeded tolerably well in the first essay, which was a journey of some mile or two across the Seine to the neighbourhood of the Luxembourg Gardens, for the purpose of waiting on a gentleman to whom I had letters. This I accomplished at the expense of half-a-dozen mistakes, and losing about an hour: but every thing was agreeably rectified by the delightful courtesy of the inhabitants, who really were put to considerable trouble and waste of time in setting me to rights upon this occasion. I returned again towards