MOSCOW. 
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CHAP. 
VI. 
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Prince 
turned 
Pawn- 
broker. 
then prove, the inhabitants crowded to his 
house, considering him as a man sacrificed to 
the caprice of a tyrant. Among others, came 
an humble citizen, and demanded admission. 
It was granted. “ You are going to leave us, 
said he, “ and may not have time to settle your ^ 
affairs. Do you not want money ? I come as 
your banker.” “ I have need of some,” said 
the Governor, “ but it is much more than you 
can furnish.” “ How much ?” “ Twenty-five 
thousand roubles!” The honest fellow with- 
drew ; and speedily returning with notes to the 
amount of the sum specified, placed them upon 
the table, carefully counting them over ; then 
made his bow, and retired. 
An Italian architect, of the name of Camporesi, 
procured admission for us at the house of 
Prince Trubetzkoy, a dealer in minerals, pic- 
tures, hosiery, hats, cutlery, antiquities; in 
short, all the furniture of shops and of museums. 
Having squandered away his fortune, this man 
gained a livelihood by selling, for himself and 
for others, whatsoever came in his way. His 
house, like a pawnbroker’s shop, exhibited one 
general magazine, occupying several rooms. A 
Prince presiding over this mart, and practising 
all the artifices of the meanest tradesman, was 
a spectacle perfectly novel. Any thing might 
