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this I a bad exchange, as the man said, when he got a gilt 

 farthing instead of a sovereign. Once I was completely 

 caught. I had accompanied a French friend, an officer in 

 the navy, to the English steamer, in which he was embark- 

 ing, and in wishing him good bye, he quietly drew me 

 towards him, and, before I could even think, his head and 

 whiskers were along side of mine, and he hard at work. 

 I was attempting to disengage myself, and hoping that no 

 cue had seen the encounter, when, to my unspeakable an- 

 noyance, the captain of the steamer, a thorough tar, stood 

 before me with " halloo ! what the deuce are you at there ?"' 

 and roaring with laughter, and, I dare say, he tells the 

 story with glee to this day. 



But to the chasse again. An unpleasant addition has 

 recently been made to the difficulties always attending the 

 grant of the permis de chasse in the necessity of a previous 

 " permis de sejour." The French government has long 

 been anxious to get the foreigners resident in France under 

 more direct control, and owing to the Hungarian refugees 

 at Paris having made a disturbance, they issued a decree, 

 declaring that from thenceforth all strangers should be pro- 

 vided with a permis de sejour, under pain of expulsion. 

 There is not much difficulty in obtaining this, but there is 

 much delay, and now therefore the applicant for a per'mis 

 de chasse must be armed with his permis de sejour, or he 

 will not be looked at. He must therefore count upon a 

 delay of at least three weeks, and this for those English- 

 men who only come for a month's shooting is a great bore. 



But the idea of Englishmen coming for sport to Britanny 

 is absurd, as doubtless many have found out, when, after 



