Her head, like enough, is a kind of lock-up for them, rather than a birthplace, or natural home: and that is a case for watching carefully lest they get away.

She prefers the high air of this occupation to every kind of amusement, and persists in not showing herself till after dark.

Voltaire has produced some gallant verses [unknown to Editors] which help off a little the bad effect of such unusual behavior.
"SUNDAY, 27th.

I told you on Thursday [no, you did n't; you only meant to tell] that our Spectres were going on the morrow, and that the Piece was to be played that evening: all this has been done.

I cannot give you much of Boursoufle [done by one Vanture].