"Mr. Fulmer proposed that we should go and dine at a tavern called Very-because everything is very good there; and accordingly we went, and I never was so mal-apropos in my life-there were two or three ladies quite in nubibus; but when I came to look at the bill of fare, I was quite anileated, for I perceived that Charlotte de Pommes might be sent for for one shilling and two pence, and Patty de Veau for half-a-crown. I desired Mr. Fulmer to let us go, but he convinced me there was no harm in the place, by shewing me a dignified clergyman of the Church of England and his wife, a eating away like any thing.

“We had a voulez vous of fowl, and some sailor's eels, which were very nice, and some pieces of crape, so disguised by the sauce that nobody who had not been told what it was would have distinguished them from pancakes-after the sailor's eels we had some pantaloon cutlets, which were savoury-but I did not like the writing paper-however, as it was a French custom, I eat every bit of it-they call sparrowgrass here asperge, I could not find out why.

"If I had not seen what wonderful men the French cooks are, who actually stew up shoes with partridges and make very nice dishes too, I never could have believed the influence they have in the politics of the country—everything is now decided by the cooks, who make no secret of their feelings, and the party who are still for Buonaparte call themselves traitors, while those who are partizans of the Bonbons are termed Restaurateurs, or friends of the Restoration. "After dinner a French monsheur, who, I thought,

was a waiter, for he had a bit of red ribbon at his button-hole, just the same as one of the waiters had, began to talk to Mr. Fulmer, and it was agreed we should go to the play-they talked of Racing and Cornhill, which made me think the monsheur had been in England-however, it was arranged that we were to go and see Andrew Mackay at the Francay, or Jem Narse, or the Bullvards; but at last it was decided unanimously, crim. con. that we should go to see Jem Narse, and so we went-but I never saw the man himself after all.

"A very droll person, with long legs and a queer face, sung a song which pleased me very much, because I understood the end of it perfectly-it was 'tal de lal de lal de lal,' and sounded quite like English-after he had done, although every body laughed, the whole house called out beast, beast,' and the man, notwithstanding, was foolish enough to sing it all over again."

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LETTER II.

Paris, January 28, 1824. SIR-As my daughter Lavy, who acts as my amaranthus, is ill-disposed with a cold and guittar, contracted by visiting the Hecatombs last week, I send this without her little billy which she usually sends : -my second daughter has sprained her tender hercules in crossing one of the roues-and my third daughter has got a military fever, which, however, I hope, by putting her through a regiment, and giving

her a few subterfuges, will soon abate. I am, however, a good deal embracée, as the French say, with so many invalids.

Since I wrote last, I have visited the Hullaballoo, or corn-market, so called from the noise made in it; Mr. Fulmer told me I should see the flower of the French nation there, but I only saw a crowd of old men and women; here is a pillow made for judicious astronomy, but which looks like a sun-dial.

We went, on Tuesday, to the symetery of the Chaiseand pair, as they call it, where the French and English are miscellaneously interred, and I amused myself by copying the epigrams on the tomb-stones-one of them, which looked like a large bath, Mr. Fulmer told me was a sark of a goose, which I had previously heard my friend Mr. Rogers call Mr. Hume's shirt.

In the afternoon we went to dine at Beau Villiers's -not the Mr. Villiers who owes our Government so much money-but the smell of the postillions which were burning in the rooms, quite overpowered me. I got better in the evening, and as the girls were not with us, Mr. Fulmer took me round the Palais Royal, which is a curious place indeed. We saw several Russian war houses, and went into the "Caffee de Milk alone," so called because, when Bonypart confisticated the cargoes from the West Indies, and propagated the use of coffee, the lady who kept this place made a mixture with milk alone, which answered all the purpose of coffee-the room is surrounded by looking-glasses, so that the people are always multiplying who go there; the lady herself was very beau

tiful, but Mr. Fulmer told me she was constantly reflected upon. Mr. F. took some melted glass, upon which I did not like to venture, but contented myself with a tumbler of caterpillar and water.

Wednesday we went to the Shampdemars (which is opposite to the Pere Elisée,) and saw a review of the Queerasses of the Royal Guard. The sister of the late Dolphin was present-the Dolphin of France is the same as the Prince of Whales in England. The Duke of Anglehome came by, from hunting just at the time; I am told he is quite a Ramrod in the chace. The troops performed their revolutions with decision, and having manured all over the ground, fired a fille de joy, and returned to their quar

ters.

We went yesterday to what is their Parliament House, and while we were a waiting in the antic-room, I saw a picture of Lewes de Sweet himself, in a large purple robe, lined with vermin and covered with fleur de lice. Being a stranger, I was allowed to look into the chamber; it is not quite what I expected, there seemed to be a man in a bar with a bell before him, and the men who were speaking, spoke all in French, and looked very shabby and mean-to be sure they were only the deputies-it would have been more lucky if we had seen the members themselves.

Lavy, I think, has got a puncheon for Mr. Fulmer, and I am afraid is a fretting about it, but this is quite cet a dire between us, Mr. B. He says her figure is like the Venus de Medicine, which is no doubt owing to the pulling down she has had of late. We are going next week to Sanclew again, but we travel in

such an odd carriage that I cannot prevail upon myself to mention its name.

You must excuse a short letter to-day. I was determined to write, else I thought our friends in Westminster might be disappointed. You shall hear more at large by the next opportunity.

Always yours,

D. J. RAMSBOTTOM.

If you see Mr. R. tell him Mr. Fulmer has bought him two pictures; one of Ten Years, the other of Old Beans; I am no judge, but they are very black, and shine beautifully-they are considered shift doovers in these parts.

LETTER III.

Paris, March 15, 1824.

MY DEAR BULL,-I believe I shall soon have to announce that Mr. Fulmer has led my Lavy to the halter-but I am unwilling to be too sanguinary; should that happen, however, we shall extend our tower, and proceed to the Pay de Veau, and finally to Room-where Mr. Fulmer is to explain all the antics, what you so well know are collected there.

We have been to-day to see the Hotel de Veal, so called, I believe, from being situated in the Calfmarket; it is now styled the Place de Grave, because all the malefactors who are decimated by the gulleting (an instrument so called from its cutting the sufferer's throat) are buried there. We crossed over the Pont