the sculpture, and, perhaps, not less the fine circular basin; for fountains were such new objects of beauty to them, that all the young eyes felt ineffable delight in gazing on them.

Proceeding up a wide avenue, richly adorned with sculpture, which appeared to advantage among the trees, they arrived at the gardens of the Tuileries; the palace itself extending in an enormous line of building at the top. So long, indeed, did it appear in their eyes that, having being previously struck by the height of the houses in Paris, it appeared to them too low for producing magnificence in effect. Mrs. Egerton admired the gardens for their neatness, but complained of their formality. Her husband justly observed, that they were consistent with the style of everything around them, and particularly suitable for pleasuregrounds, to which multitudes were admitted, and which could be conveniently overlooked from the palace.

"On this terrace," said he, when they had reached the highest platform, which was covered with the finest gravel, "stood Buona

parte, when he presented his infant son to the French nation. Here he was hailed as a god, and his miniature representative received as a gift from heaven! In how short a time did his own unbounded ambition hurl him from this proud pedestal to a painful exile, and drive his fair boy far from his father's dominions. It is happy for this country that both are removed from life; the restless people, who demanded the father's bones, would never have been content without bringing the son forward, probably to his ruin, had his life been spared.

They now visited as much of the interior of the palace as they desired to see, finding the same kind of splendid furniture, marble, and gilding as may be seen in similar places elsewhere; then, passing through the grand arch, they entered the Place du Carrousel, from which they made their exit by the triumphal arch erected by Buonaparte. Just at this spot, they had the pleasure of meeting M. Borghers, whom they had known in England during the preceding winter. He is a literary gentleman, well known for his

admirable translation of Hallam's Middle Ages; and they were delighted to see him just then, because he could explain why the adjacent houses appeared so dilapidated, and everything around presented so great a contrast to the other side of the palace; the improvements projected, and which M. Borghers described, accounted for all they saw.

After a visit to a restaurateur's, they procured another citadine and a cabriolet, having agreed to postpone seeing the Louvre to another day, and proceeded to gratify Charles's ardent desire of viewing the statue of Henri IV., in his mind the first of heroes. Whilst he gazed with untired eyes on every lineament of this really interesting sculpture, the others looked round on every side; and, as they were now in the heart of the city of Paris, made observations on its peculiar traits. The shops were numerous; the houses higher than in the Rue St. Honoré, having, as it were, one room perched upon another in the roofs to an alarming height. Having got out of their carriages in order to see the statue better, they perceived a young gentle

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"I am mistaken, then," said Frederick; "I took him for an English gentleman, he is so neat and clean, and the appointments of his horse and carriage are so like what we see at home."

"Our equipages are neither so numerous nor so splendid as yours; we have not your purses to pay with," said M. Borghers.

"But you have many far grander things," cried Frederick eagerly, as thinking he ought to make l'amende ; "that fragment from Luxor is fine beyond everything; not only for its intrinsic worth and beauty, but the science and enterprise which made it yours."

"And see," said Mr. Egerton, "on what a noble quay we are entering. The quai d'Orsay is a magnificent affair; we shall drive on its whole length, and see numerous splendid chateaux."

"Not so, sir; but you will see its length. You must cross the bridge of Louis XV.," said M. Borghers.

"There are plenty of bridges, sure enough," said Charles; " and if you had the Thames to run under them, and, besides, this fine quay, it would be a glorious thing, would it not?"

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Ah, my dear boy! but we are not rich enough to buy a Thames; so we must be thankful to the Seine, which does us a great deal of good."

"Yes, yes, it gives you beautiful fountains; I like them best of all. If I were a king, I would have fountains without end."

"London is admirably supplied with water, which every house enjoys without labour, and in great plenty; a wonderful thing in such an immense place, and with such a prodigious population. But, look there; that low building we are passing is the Morgue. If you have a curiosity to see the bodies, I will step in with you."

"You are very kind, but papa does not like to stop. Do you, sir?"

"As I can do no good to the corpses in question, and M. Borghers, I know, would rather not do that which kindness alone