7o A TOUR THROUGH
" de I'em bon point.—On ne dit pas grasse.'*
I assured her, bowing to the ground, that
the word mould for ever be rased from my
vocabulary. She left me with a gracious
smile, and a curtsey much lower than the
sirst; adding, " je scavois bien que Mon-
" sieur etoit un homrae comme il faut;''
at the same time tripping osf on her tip-
toes, as light as a feather, to fliew me
how much I had been mistaken. This
woman made me recollect (what I have
always observed) how little the manners of
the French are to be changed by their
connexion with other nations j allowing
none to be in any degree worthy of imi-
tation but their own. Although the has
now been here these twenty years, ssie
is still as perfectly French, as if she had
never been without the gates of Paris;
and looks upon every woman in Palermo
with the utmost contempt because they
have never seen that capital, nor heard
the