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It is a story, Monsieur le Notaire, said the gentleman, which will rouse up every affection in natureit will kill the humane, and touch the heart of cruelty herself with pity The notary was inflamed with a desire to begin, and put his pen a third time into his ink-hornand the old gentleman turning a little more towards the notary, began to dictate his story in these words And where is the rest of it, La Fleur? said I, as he just then entered the room. The Fragment and The Bouquet3 Paris When La Fleur came up close to the table, and was made to comprehend what I wanted, he told me there were only two other sheets of it, which he had wrapt round the stalks of a bouquet to keep it together, which he had presented to the demoiselle upon the boulevardsThen, prithee, La Fleur, said I, step back to her to the Count de B****s hotel and see if you can get itThere is no doubt of it, said La Fleurand away he flew. In a very little time the poor fellow came back quite out of breath, with deeper marks of disappointment in his looks than could arise from the simple irreparability of the fragmentJuste ciel! in less than two minutes that the poor fellow had taken his last tender farewel of herhis faithless mistress had given his gage damour to one of the Counts footmenthe footman to a young sempstressand the sempstress to a fidler, with my fragment at the end of itOur misfortunes were involved togetherI gave a sighand La Fleur echod it back again to my ear How perfidious! cried La FleurHow unlucky! said I I should not have been mortified, Monsieur, quoth La Fleur, if she had lost itNor I, La Fleur, said I, had I found it. Whether I did or no, will be seen hereafter. The Act of Charity Paris The man who either disdains or fears to walk up a dark entry, may be an excellent good man, and fit for a hundred things; but he will not do to make a good sentimental traveller. I count little of the many things I see pass at broad noon-day, in large and open streetsNature is shy, and hates to act before spectators; but in such an unobserved corner you sometimes see a single short scene of hers worth all the sentiments of a dozen French plays compounded togetherand yet they are absolutely fine;and whenever I have a more brilliant affair upon my hands than common, as they suit a preacher just as well as a hero, I generally make my sermon out of emand for the textCappadocia, Pontus and Asia, Phrygia and Pamphylia4is as good as any one in the Bible. There is a long dark passage issuing out from the opera comique into a narrow street; tis trod by a few who humbly wait for a fiacre,5 or wish to get off quietly ofoot when the opera is done. At the end of it, towards the theatre, tis lighted by a small candle, the light of which is almost lost before you get halfway down, but near the doortis more for ornament than use: you see it as a fixed star of the least magnitude; it burnsbut does little good to the world, that we know of. In returning along this passage, I discernd, as I approachd within five or six paces of the door, two ladies standing arm in arm, with their backs against the wall, waiting, as I imagined, for a fiacreas they were next the door, I thought they had a prior right; so edged myself up within a yard or little more of them, and quietly took my standI was in black, and scarce seen. |
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