already," replied the painter; "but, what the "picture gained in expression, it lost in likeness; "and by the time there was a little common "" sense in the countenance, nobody knew for "whom it was intended. I was obliged, there"fore to make an entire new picture, with the "face perfectly like, and perfectly meaningless, 66 as you see it."

ADMIRATION AND DEVOTION.

Pius VI. was very handsome in his face. On a public occasion, as he was carried through a particular street, a young woman at a window exclaimed, "Quanto e bello! O Quanto e bello; * and was immediately answered by a zealous old lady at the window opposite, who folding her hands in each other, and raising her eyes to heaven, cried out with a mixture of love for his person, and veneration for his sacred office, Tanto e bello, quanto e santo !" +

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How beautiful he is! O how beautiful he is!

+ He is as beautiful as he is holy,

PHYSIOGNOMY DECEITFUL.

AN English gentleman happened once to sit by a foreigner of his acquaintance at the opera, when a certain nobleman, who at that time was a good deal talked of, entered. He whispered "That is Lord," "Not surely the famous Lord," said he. "Yes," said the "It will be

him :

Englishman, "The very same." acknowledged," continued the foreigner," that the respectable figure he makes in the senate, must be entirely owing to instruction; for his countenance completely vacant, indicates a deficiency of natural abilities."

LOUIS THE WELL BELOVED.

THE death of him who at the beginning of his reign had received that appellation, was heard at Paris with satisfaction rather than sorrow. The ceremony, usual in times of public danger to make a procession of the shrine of St. Genevieve, was performed during the last illness of Louis XV. He expired notwithstanding. When his death was announced in a certain company, one observed that the procession of the shrine seemed to have lost its efficacy. "What happier effect could it have produced?" said another; "Is he not dead?"

MARAT,

Is said to love carnage like a vulture, and to delight in human sacrifices like Moloch, God of the Ammonites.

No Republican of Greece or Rome, ever shewed more contempt for the ornament of dress. He stands much in need of it. For as nature has not been partial to him in point of look he would be excusable in endeavouring to conceal her unkindness by any auxiliary of that sort.

Marat is a little man of a cadavorous complexion, and a countenance exceedingly expressive of his disposition; to a painter of massacres, Marat's head would become inestimable. Such heads are rare in England, yet they are sometimes to be met with at the Old Bailey. The only artifice he uses in favour of his looks, is that of wearing a round hat, so far pulled down before as to hide a great part of his counte

nance.

This man is a great favourite of the People. It is astonishing how he retains their affections, for the only means he uses is exciting one half to cut the throats of the other; yet the more people are murdered, the remainder seem to like him the better.

The man's audacity is equal to any thing.. When he is in the tribune, he holds his head as high as he can; and endeavours to assume an air of dignity-He cannot succed in that; but

amidst all the exclamations and signs of disgust, the look of approbation which he wears is wonderful-far from ever having the appearance of fear or of deference, he seems always to contemplate the assembly from the tribune, either with the eye of menace or contempt.

He speaks in a hollow croaking voice, with affected solemnity, which in such a diminutive figure would often produce laughter, were it not suppressed by horror at the character and sentiments of the man.

When he attempts pleasantry, it increases the horror which his appearance creates, it gives something of the sensation, which I imagine I should have if a murderer, after cutting a man's throat by a dexterous stroke of a knife, should smile in my face, and tip me the wink.

Marat is shunned and apparently detested by every body. When he enters the hall of the assembly, he is avoided on all sides, and when he seats himself those near him generally rise and change places. But nothing can disconcert him. I have never heard of any other of his good qualities; but he certainly possesses a great deal of courage both personal and political: no danger can terrify him; his heart as well as his forehead seems to be of brass.

FANCHON.

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WHEN my friend F. and I had drove a few miles from Paris, I perceived a genteel looking young fellow dressed in an old uniform. He sat under a tree, on the grass, at a little distance from the road, and amused himself by playing on the violin. As we came nearer, we perceived he had a wooden leg, part of which lay in fragments by his side.

What do you there, soldier? said the Marquis.—I am on my way home to my own village, my officer, said the soldier; I wait for my equipage and all my suite, and I am greatly mistaken, if I do not see them this moment coming down the hill.

We saw a kind of cart, drawn by one horse, in which was a woman, and a peasant who drove the horse. While they drew near, the soldier told us he had been wounded in Corsica-that his leg had been cut off-that he had been contracted to a young woman in the neighbourhood-that at his return, when he appeared with his wooden leg, all the girl's relations had opposed the match--that the young woman herself however remained constant in her affections; and had agreed to leave her relations and accompany him to Paris-that on the way his wooden leg had snapped; which had obliged his mistress to leave him and go to the next vil