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and asked one of his young men, with 

 easy indifference, to give me some of 

 that. The young man, who is as hand 

 some a young man as ever I looked at, 

 and who appears to own the shop, and 

 whose suave superciliousness would be 

 worth every thing to a cabinet minister 

 who wanted to repel applicants for 

 place, says, &quot; I haven t an ounce : I have 

 sent to Paris, and I expect it every day. 

 I have a good deal of difficulty in get 

 ting that shade in my assortment.&quot; To 

 think that he is in communication with 

 Paris, and perhaps with Persia ! Ke- 

 spect for such a being gives place to awe. 

 I go to another shop, holding fast to my 

 scarlet clew. There I am shown a heap 

 of stuff, with more colors and shades 

 than I had supposed existed in all the 

 world. What a blaze of distraction ! I 

 have been told to get as near the shade 

 as I could ; and so I compare and con- 



