Italian Boulevards

ITALIAN BOULEVARDS.

OF the Boulevards, encircling Paris,—the Italian, in all respects, rank first,—and present, from morning till night, throughout the year, perpetual motion, in a variegated and animated throng of persons of all descriptions,—mostly in pursuit of the *agréable*,—and passing through avenues of Shops, Cafés, Restaurateurs, Baths, Stalls, &c. on one side, and stands for the sale of a variety of articles,—music, shews, tumblers, &c. on the other :—Great quiet, order, and, even, reserve, prevailing,—brawling noise and low vulgarity never obtruding themselves upon the good manners which seem to pervade all classes.

In the foreground, is, a man offering for sale (English) pears, which he styles *English-men*,—and, at the same time, is passing off a harmless joke, by announcing them in these words;—

“Trois Anglois pour un sous.”—
should, however, his commodities not prove so great a bonne bouche to the *vendees*, as the joke appears to the *vender*,—he will increase both the attraction and the pleasantry, by offering as many as,

“Douze Anglois pour un sous,”
tho’ in a bargain, he will not, perhaps, exceed the former terms.

On the left, are, a Royal Lancer, a private hotel belonging to the noble family whose name it bears, and a chariot:—On the right, a grenadier “with looks of cordial love,” is “seasoning his admiration” of une belle *Limonadiere*, with a cup of her—epitome of his feelings!

“The lover’s state’s like” lemonade,
Sweet and sour are both inlaid!
“ If his mistress do but smile”
“ A Heaven of” sweets are “in his heart,”
“ If her brows but frown awhile,”
A Hell of sours they’re sure to impart;
Love, in his heart, doth, either, pour
Or, very sweet, or, very sour.