18 A MONTH IN THE FORESTS OF FPwANCE. 



CHAP. II. 



" Hail, happy power ! that to the present lends 

 Such views ; not all on Fortune's wheel depends, 

 Hope, fair enchantress, drives each cloud away, 

 And now enjoys the glad, but distant day." 



Crahbe. 



Now, then, on again from Havre to Paris /or twenty- 

 seven shillings ! 



'^ Be quick, steward, and tell me what I have to 

 pay for my dogs." 



" Two pounds ten shillings, sir." 



" What ! " I exclaimed, " are not the little whelps 

 in the basket just weaned to be considered in the 

 light of ' halves ; ' as they term blessed babes in car- 

 riages, who really are a nuisance to every progressing 

 soul but their mammas ? " 



" No, sir ; there is no allowance made for puppies 

 — big and little are paid for all alike." 



** Economy, economy ! whither art thou fled ? " 

 And with a sigh I dived again deep into my purse — 

 not forgetting to splice the main-brace of the jolly 



