intention towards me;--so we reciprocally thank'd each other. She
was at the top of the stairs; and seeing no cicisbeo near her, I
begg'd to hand her to her coach;--so we went down the stairs,
stopping at every third step to talk of the concert and the
adventure.--Upon my word, Madame, said I, when I had handed her in,
I made six different efforts to let you go out.--And I made six
efforts, replied she, to let you enter.--I wish to heaven you would
make a seventh, said I.--With all my heart, said she, making room.-
-Life is too short to be long about the forms of it,--so I
instantly stepp'd in, and she carried me home with her.--And what
became of the concert, St. Cecilia, who I suppose was at it, knows
more than I.

I will only add, that the connexion which arose out of the
translation gave me more pleasure than any one I had the honour to
make in Italy.


THE DWARF. PARIS.


I had never heard the remark made by any one in my life, except by
one; and who that was will probably come out in this chapter; so
that being pretty much unprepossessed, there must have been grounds
for what struck me the moment I cast my eyes over the parterre,--
and that was, the unaccountable sport of Nature in forming such
numbers of dwarfs.--No doubt she sports at certain times in almost
every corner of the world; but in Paris there is no end to her
amusements.--The goddess seems almost as merry as she is wise.