nted.
Apparently a certain Russian Baroness de Korff, with Waiting-woman,
Valet, and two Children, will travel homewards with some state: in
whom these young military gentlemen take interest? A Passport has been
procured for her; and much assistance shewn, with Coach-builders
and such like;--so helpful polite are young military men. Fersen has
likewise purchased a Chaise fit for two, at least for two waiting-maids;
further, certain necessary horses: one would say, he is himself quitting
France, not without outlay? We observe finally that their Majesties,
Heaven willing, will assist at Corpus-Christi Day, this blessed Summer
Solstice, in Assumption Church, here at Paris, to the joy of all the
world. For which same day, moreover, brave Bouille, at Metz, as we find,
has invited a party of friends to dinner; but indeed is gone from home,
in the interim, over to Montmedi.

These are of the Phenomena, or visual Appearances, of this wide-working
terrestrial world: which truly is all phenomenal, what they call
spectral; and never rests at any moment; one never at any moment can
know why.

On Monday night, the Twentieth of June 1791, about eleven o'clock, there
is many a hackney-coach, and glass-coach (carrosse de remise), still
rumbling, or at rest, on the streets of Paris. But of all Glass-coaches,
we recommend this to thee, O Reader, which stands drawn up, in the Rue
de l'Echelle, hard by the Carrousel and outgate of the Tuileries; in the
Rue de l'Echelle that then was; 'opposite Ronsin the saddler's door,' as
if waiting for a fare there! Not long does it wait: a hooded Dame, with
two hooded Children has issued from Villequier's door, where no sentry
walks, into the Tuileries Court-of-Princes; into the Carrousel; into
the Rue de l'Echelle; where the Glass-coachman readily admits them;
and again waits. Not long; another Dame, likewise hooded or shrouded,
leaning on a servant, issues in the same manner, by the Glass-coachman,
cheerfully admitted. Whither go, so many Dames? 'Tis His Majesty's
Couchee, Majesty just gone to bed, and all the Palace-world is retiring
home. But the Glass-coachman still waits; his fare seemingly incomplete.

By and by, we note a thickset Individual, in round hat and peruke,
arm-and-arm with some servant, seemingly of the Runner or Courier sort;
he also issues through Villequier's door; starts a shoebuckle as he
passes one of the sentries, stoops down to clasp it again; is however,
by the Glass-coac