It was on this occasion that he uttered the memorable command of "qu'elle se taise!" in proud contempt of the death which the battery was dealing around.

I am compelled, in spite of my gallantry, to own that I was rather disappointed in the French women. With half a dozen of exceptions, I saw nothing either in figure or face that was not decidedly below par of English beauty but what they want in these is very much made up by the milliner and the graces. The music was first rate of its kind. The quadrilles and waltzes the choicest selections from the best composers; to which Collinet's flageolet gave a more lively effect than I could have had any idea of. About twelve o'clock, while the door still

"opened to the thousand happy few,

I left this earthly paradise of or-molu,"

not a little gratified with my evening.

10th. To the Feydeau Opera. The entertainment consisted of two pieces, or operattas, Marie and Fiorella (by Auber), which I had

bad taste enough to prefer very much to the Donna del Lago, as it was executed at the Opera Italien not that the music is intrinsically so good, but merely because, contrary to what occasioned my disappointment in the Donna, the leading songs really had leading singers. Last night was the twenty-fourth of its successive representation. There was a notturno of great beauty and delicacy in the Fiorella, which reminded me of

"The strains that float upon the wings

Of silence, through the empty vaulted night,
At every fall smoothing the raven down

Of darkness till it smiled."

Last night satisfied me that the only part of a theatre to hear music to perfection is the centre of the boxes. There is a perspective in music as well as painting, that requires distance to be enjoyed, or even comprehended,a point of hearing as well as a point of view. This is the case particularly with respect to an orchestra, where, as usually happens in theatres, the line of performers is extended,

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it-Laraborg Gallery. It is considered soch meraca w by artists on this side, and pertaps pretty generally every where, to express any degree of pleasure at viewing this French school of “* glare and light,” that there is no alternative but to be silent, however well we may be pleased, or else lose all credit for pretensions to taste, which of course no man in his senses would do, if he could help it. I am

ready to own, that the train of reflection suggested by a small picture of Galileo in prison, left a deeper impression on my mind than the merits of the most splendid paintings in the collection. He is represented in prison, contemplating a diagram of his solar system, which appears wholly to engross his thoughts, as if satisfying himself whether there really could exist the possibility of a doubt that he might be wrong. What a lesson his fate presents against intolerance, and the infinite absurdity of all persecution on account of opinion! The infallible wisdom of popery had pronounced that the sun should not stand still without permission from the Vatican; and so poor Galileo must irredeemably have rotted in his dungeon, had he not, after nineteen years' confinement, at the age of seventy, asked pardon for telling the truth, as the price of his enlargement.

13th.-Jardin des Plantes. To my great disappointment, the Museum of Natural History was the only thing accessible to-day, and truly it is well worth a day to itself. A year could not see, nor volumes describe it as

it ought to be.' The season of the year was most unpropitious to viewing the exterior beauties, there being not the smallest appearance of any thing like vegetation visible. The finest view I have yet had of Paris and its environs was from a small artificial hill in the Labyrinth; but sadly does it fall behind the view from Greenwich Park. This has been, upon the whole, a barren day of gratification. The only thing I fell in with, within the whole range of these philosophical precincts, in the shape of science, was a little old shrivelled man, who appeared to make a property of the top of the hill, for the purpose of exhibiting mites through a microscope; upon the magnifying property of which no philosopher could have held forth with more selfimportance. It was pretty clear, however, without the aid of a microscope, that the real aim of his philosophy was the extraction of a few sous from the pockets of his disciples.