had a liberal education)._
"PUR--PURVY OR TO HER MAJESTY. OH! THEN THAT'S A STATTY-ETTE OF THE
QUEEN, THAT'S WOT THAT IS."

_Companion._ "LAW!"]

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OUR TOURIST IN PARIS.--No. 7.

It would be a mistake for a person of taste to leave Paris without
dining at PHILIPPE'S, the great artist, who dwells in the Rue
Montorgueil. There is the very highest authority (an Ex-Chancellor, a
Bishop or two, and my friend JOLLYBOY) for stating that this house is by
far the best in the city; and so, Sir, having the interests of your
paper and my country in view, I accepted the invitation of HARRY
ORTOLAN, himself no bad judge, to meet a small party there. There were
old MARTINGALE and SHEFFIELD HIGSON, and DE COURCY of the Embassy, a
young Frenchman named MONSIEUR FREDERIC HULOT, protocol, DE FAULTER, and
your Correspondent.

HULOT (a great ass) who dresses _a l'Anglais_ in a _pantalon a la
gentlemens-rideres_, and rides a grey mare with very long legs in the
Champs Elysees, fastened on to MARTINGALE, and gabbled away about _le
Liverpool Stipple Chase_ and MONSIEUR MASON, wanting to know how much an
English horse, pure blood, would cost. He was to be showy and very
quiet. MARTINGALE rather bluntly told him, he had better learn to ride,
before he thought of buying a horse. DE FAULTER invited your
Correspondent to come and play _ecarte_ at the Cercle some evening. A
very friendly nice fellow. He was in some cavalry regiment, but sold
out. I forget why he left the Rag. Perhaps it was too noisy a club for
him. SHEFFIELD HIGSON was holding forth, to the great disgust of DE
COURCY, about the English constitution, maintaining the universal
corruption of the Church and aristocracy, and looking forward to the
time when MR. COBDEN should be at the head of Foreign Affairs, and MR.
BRIGHT at the War Office; the revenues of the Church of England being
divided _pro rata_ among the schools of various denominations. To
confess the truth, HIGSON spoils the effect of his excellent political
principles by the grossest toad-eating. He never can speak without
mentioning some lord as his intimate friend. DE COURCY listened to his
speculations in horror, and was quite unable to profess his own simple
faith--that the House of Peers and the country gentlemen had an
exclusive right to the government, and that the devil was the first
Whig. He could only turn away, and mutter something about "an infernal
snob." PROTOCOL