as I had prefigured them. I walked up gravely to the window in my
dusty black coat, and looking through the glass saw all the world
in yellow, blue, and green, running at the ring of pleasure.--The
old with broken lances, and in helmets which had lost their
vizards;--the young in armour bright which shone like gold,
beplumed with each gay feather of the east,--all,--all, tilting at
it like fascinated knights in tournaments of yore for fame and
love. -

Alas, poor Yorick! cried I, what art thou doing here? On the very
first onset of all this glittering clatter thou art reduced to an
atom;--seek,--seek some winding alley, with a tourniquet at the end
of it, where chariot never rolled or flambeau shot its rays;--there
thou mayest solace thy soul in converse sweet with some kind
grisette of a barber's wife, and get into such coteries! -

- May I perish! if I do, said I, pulling out the letter which I had
to present to Madame de R- --I'll wait upon this lady, the very
first thing I do. So I called La Fleur to go seek me a barber
directly,--and come back and brush my coat.


THE WIG. PARIS.


When the barber came, he absolutely refused to have any thing to do
with my wig: 'twas either above or below his art: I had nothing
to do but to take one ready made of his own recommendation.

- But I fear, friend! said I, this buckle won't stand.--You may