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"In this disposition was I, when looking out of my window one day to take the air, I perceived a kind of peasant who looked at me very attentively. " -- GIL BLAS.
A SUMMER'S evening in a retired country town has something melancholy in it. You have the streets of a metropolis without their animated bustle -- you have the stillness of the country without its birds and flowers. The reader will please to bring before him a quiet street in the quiet country town of C -- -- -- , in a quiet evening in quiet June; the picture is not mirthful -- two young dogs are playing in the street, one old dog is watching by a newly-painted door. A few ladies of middle age move noiselessly along the pavement, returning home to tea: they wear white muslin dresses, green spencers a little faded, straw poke bonnets with green or coffee-coloured gauze veils. By twos and threes they have disappeared within the thresholds of small neat houses, with little railings, inclosing little green plots.