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life, and certainly will lose your repútation.”
The count looked down for a momentthe blood mounted quickly into his face, and there seemed to be in his bosom a struggle between false pride and generous shame. The bad passion yielded, and dropping the sword that Wilmot had re-, turned, he held out a hand to each of his antagonists.--" I have been wrong,” said he“ very wrong."
“ You have,” replied Mr. Wilmot, with a smile, grasping his hand in his; “ but I will answer for it, you will never be so again: for when a man can with regret own he is wrong, the bad feeling is not only atoned, but conquered.”
“ But it is of you that I have principally to beg pardon,” said the count, turning to Charles.”
Oh, not at all,” replied Charles, shaking him by the hand; “
have done me no harm, luckily for both of us: but it is late-I will wish you good night. I L 3
have no doubt we shall meet again upon more friendly terms;" and taking a cordial leave of him, the two Englishmen returned to their hotel.
“ You should learn to fence, Charles," said Mr. Wilmot, as they walked homeward: “ but for your own sake, never take a man's life in a duel; it is what
you never can recall, and never can forget." And thus ended all his observations on the subject, for he scarcely ever mentioned it again.
There at one passage oft you might survey,
Temple of Fume.
Explanations. RUMOUR is represented as having a thousand tongues. Now, though that may be a pretty sufficient mouthful for any lady of moderate capacity, yet in Paris (which is a very constant residence of that good dame), one would suppose the number thus 'allotted to her multiplied by ten, and that she kept them constantly at work, which she might well do, seeing that the tongue is an organ incapable of fatigue;
and therefore (unlike Argus with his eyes), she would have no occasion to let half of them loll asleep in one side of her mouth, while the others were employed in their various occupations.
When Bacon wrote upon " The Wisdom of the Ancients," I wonder he did not take notice of this lady amongst the rest, and explain to us the full scope and meaning of her thousand tongues, which I conceive to have been intended to represent, not only her volubility, but also to shew that she never told a story twice the same way, which was strikingly exemplified in the various tales that spread themselves over the French capital, concerning Mr. Melville and the count de L. There can be no doubt that she exerts herself more upon particular occasions than she does upon others; and in this instance, not the very laziest little organ of loquacity in her whole mouth was suffered to rest in quiet; but all and each were summoned to dispense their several
mingled portions of truth and falsehood to every quarter of the city, from the Fauxbourg St. Antoine to the Chaussée d'Antin. In one place she told an officer of the legion of
that the count had run the Englishman through the body; in another she informed a tondeur de chiens of the circumstance, who, sitting on the Pont-neuf, clipping the fur of a black poodle, recapitulated it to a man who sold squirrels, saying, that the fact was, the Englishman had very nearly killed the count; for that his sword had
passed through his pink satin under-waistcoat; but after all, he had merely slit the skin. Here he was interrupted by a yell from the poodle, on whom he had been demonstrating his meaning with the point of his shears." Sacre le chien !” exclaimed the tondeur ; :“ he does not bear it half so well as the count". In another place she gave it out (taking the merit of saving Charles's life from Mr. Wilmot), that an unknown stranger had whipped into the room, dis