The Litchfield County post., 1828-05-01
A SCENE OF THE POINT NEUF.


 If the French do not follow in all re- spects the precepts of the Gospel, at least it must be confessed that they pay due re- gard to the apostles injuction, "Weep with those that weep X rejoice with those that rejoice" have seen thousand in- stances of this disposition, but I do not know that l ever witnessed one with more pleasure than that which am about to re- late.
 I was crossing the Pont Neuf, which, be it said by way of parenthesis, is the most misshapen, ugly, clumsy--looking bridgel ever saw in my life; but this, one must not say to the Parisians, who are as proud of it, and the dirty ditch-like river that runs under it, as if the one was the master piece of nature, and the other of art. remember Frenchman asked me whether we had any thing like it in Lon don. l answered Mo-" with great em- phasis and equal sincerity; but as a Frenchman always construes what YOU say into compliment, if it be possible, he professed himself enchanted with my can- dor, and invited me to dinner on the spot.
 Mais revenOns c nos mOulOns! | was crossing the Pont Neuf at the moment when porter belonging to the Bank of France, pretty we'll tired of the weight he carried (t was bag containing nine thou sand francs in silver,) stopped to rest him- self by leaning against the parapet wall of the bridge; but at the moment that he did so, his valuable load, either from awkard- ness or carelessness slipped out of his hands, and fell into the Seine, which is ve- ry deep in that spot.
 Never shall I forget his look of despair. He made movement as if to jump over ; and believe would have effected his pur- pose, but for the presence of mind of a girl, little delicate-looking thing, about sixteen, violet-seller, who, clasped her arms around him, cried for help, which in an instant was afforded. Myself and some others seized him; he struggled with us desperately. ''Let me go !' cried he "I am ruined forever! My wife, my children, what will become of you!" A multitude of voices were raised at once, some to console, others to inquire but above the rest was heard the clear and silver tones of the little violet girl; " My friend have pa- tience you have lost nothing"
 "Nothing! ! o heavens!"
 "No, no; l tell youno. Let some one run for the divers there is no doubt that they will succeed in bringing it up.
 "She is right" resounded from num- Der of voices, and from mine among the rest and in an instant half dozen peo- pie ran to fetch the divers. Those who remained exerted themselves each in their way for the solace of the poor porter. One brought him small glass of liquew: an- other little brandy; third some eau de Calogne; and four or five presented the grand specific, sugar and water. The lit- tie violet girl had been before all the rest in administering a cordial, and perhaps hers was the most efficacious-a glass of pure water which she held to his trembling lips, and made him swallow. "Drink, , cried she, "drink it up, it will de you good" Whether it was the water, or the kind sympathetic manner in which it was offered, that relieved him, know not, but certainly one of the two had its effect, for his looks grew less wild {; he became com posed enough to make his acknowledge ments to the humane spectators, who had shown such interest in his misfortune. The divers soon came, and one of them descended without loss of time. Never did witness such an intense anxiety as the search excited; if the fate of every one presen; had hung upon the success,