It is but seldom he has any singing here.

To be admitted, needs the most intimate favor; now and then some young Lord, of distinction, if he meet with such." Concert, very well;--but let us now, suppressing any little abhorrences, hear him on another subject:-- "Dinner lasts one hour [says our Demon, no better informed]: upon which the King returns to his Apartment with bows.

It pretty often happens that he takes with him one of his young fellows.

These are all handsome, like a picture (FAITS A PEINDRE), and of the beautifulest face,"-- adds he, still worse informed; poisonous malice mixing itself, this time, with the human darkness, and reducing it to diabolic.

This Demon's Paper abounds with similar allusions; as do the more desperate sort of Voltaire utterances,--VIE PRIVEE treating it as known fact; Letters to Denis in occasional paroxysms, as rumor of detestable nature, probably true of one who is so detestable, at least so formidable, to a guilty sinner his Guest.