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sent—to the éread-mill. But I only mention this to tell you of a new 
coiffeur, of uncommon splendour and pretensions, who has just ap- 
peared in Paris; and who carries on his trade with an attention to pre- 
cision and philosophical principle beyond any thing that had heretofore 
been attempted. A friend of mine met with this artist, whose name is 
Monsieur Téte de Loup, about a fortnight back, under very peculiar cir- 
cumstances. Arriving from Switzerland in considerable haste, at the 
Hotel de Lillois, he desired the valet of the house, while he unpacked 
his portmanteaus, to send him a hair-dresser; and was surprised, in 
about ten minutes after, to see an extremely well dressed man, of very 
ave demeanour, but a perfect stranger, enter his apartment. His 
rst impression was immediately that there had been some informality 
in his passport, and that the visitor was an agent of police. But this 
was not the case ; the Frenchman excused himself when requested to 
sit down ; and intimated—that he came to cut the hair of « Monsieur.” 
« On which,” says my friend, “as he. declined sitting down, I sat 
down myself; and being in a hurry, caught up a napkin, and desired 
him to make haste.” But he excused himself again with a low bow; 
and said : «« Pardonnez-moi, Monsieur ; je ne suis que phystognomiste ; je 
vais appeller mon second /” when, opening the door of the chamber again, 
a second barber actually appeared, accoutred in the usual apron and 
jacket, and furnished with the weapons of his trade! The “ physiono- 
mist” then, with great solemnity, took a chair opposite to that of his 
patient,—considered his features attentively. for. some minutes; and 
turning to his attendant, said: “ Visage de Maro! (Virgil) Maronez, 
Monsieur.” After which he rose from his seat, and quitted the room 
with another profound inclination; leaving my acquaintance in a stupor 
of surprise, from which, but for the commencement of operations by the 
“‘ second,” he would, I dare say, have continued to this moment. 
Speaking on the subject of surprise, I should observe that the 
breath of all the world has just been taken away, by the publication of 
Lord Grey’s correspondence with Mr. Beaumont, of Northumberland. 
The documents are not such as one can comment upon; but, as to the 
inference which must be drawn from them, there can be no question. 
Mr. Beaumont’s first letter must not only have been written from a 
mad-house, but put into the post at the time of the full moon. 
__ Speaking of “ barbers” and then of Mr. Beaumont, makes me think 
of “ Mr. Barber Beaumont.” But that is not what I was going to 
observe—I was going to say something especially concerning “barbers.” 
I stated last month that Mr. Peter Moore’s wig was the worst wig in 
Christendom. I was wrong; it is not the worst: Mr. Christopher 
Smith’s is the worst. 
People are making a great fuss just now about the postponement of 
the drawing of “the Last Lottery!” The « Last Masquerade” for the 
season takes place at the Opera-House in a few nights. _They adver- 
tise these entertainments now by “letters of assignation” in the papers. 
— The lady in the blue cloak, who was at the Argyll-Rooms on the 
Ath inst., is zntreated to be at the Opera-House on the 18th. B. will be 
dressed in the character of the Grand Signior, and have a bottle in his 
hand of Wright’s champaigne—(which continues to be sold, of the first 
growths, at 63s. a-dozen, for prompt payment, under the Colonnade, &c. 
_ &c.)” The first specimen of this style appeared in the “ Representative,” 
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