Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine — Volume 53, No. 329, March, 1843 eBook

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and threaten, and bluster—­but not a single blow!  The guardian of the public peace appears, and the combatants evanish into thin air; and in a few minutes after this dreadful melee, the violin strikes up a fresh waltz, and all goes “gaily as a marriage-bell.”  We don’t say, at the present moment, that one of these methods of conducting a quarrel is better than the other, (though we confess we are rather partial to a hit in the bread-basket, or a tap on the claret-cork)—­all we mean to advance is, that with the materials to work upon, Paul de Kock, as a faithful describer of real scenes, has a manifest advantage over the describer of English incidents of a parallel kind.

The affectations of a French cit, when that nondescript animal condescends to be affected, are more varied and interesting than those of their brethren here.  He has a taste for the fine arts—­he talks about the opera—­likes to know artists and authors—­and, though living up five or six pairs of stairs in a narrow lane, gives soirees and conversaziones.  More ludicrous all this, and decidedly less disgusting, than the assumptions of our man-milliners and fishmongers.  There is short sketch by Paul de Kock, called a Soiree Bourgeoise, which we translate entire, as an illustration of this curious phase of French character; and we shall take an early opportunity of bringing before our readers the essays of the daily feuilletonists of the Parisian press, which give a clearer insight into the peculiarities of French domestic literature than can be acquired in any other quarter.


Lights were observed some time ago, in the four windows of an apartment on the second floor of a house in the Rue Grenetat.  It was not quite so brilliant as the Cercle des Etrangers, but still it announced something.  These four windows, with lights glancing in them all, had an air of rejoicing, and the industrious inhabitants of the Rue Grenetat, who don’t generally go to much expense for illumination, even in their shops, looked at the four windows which eclipsed the street lamps in their brilliancy, and said, “There’s certainly something very extraordinary going on this evening at M. Lupot’s!” M. Lupot is an honest tradesman, who has retired from business some time.  After having sold stationary for thirty years, without ever borrowing of a neighbour, or failing in a payment, M. Lupot, having scraped together an income of three hundred and twenty pounds, disposed of his stock in trade, and closed his ledger, to devote himself entirely to the pleasures of domestic life with his excellent spouse, Madam Felicite Lupot—­a woman of an amazingly apathetic turn of mind, who did admirably well in the shop as long as she had only to give change for half-crowns, but whose abilities extended no further.  But this had not prevented her from making a very good wife to her husband, (which proves that much talent is not required for that purpose,) and presenting him with a daughter and a son.

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