That wit which needs not the spur of malice is certainly the best, and is most frequently met with at Paris.
Went last evening to see Mademoiselle Marsin _Henri III_.

Her acting was, as usual, inimitable.

I was disappointed in the piece, of which I had heard much praise.

It is what the French call _decousue_, but is interesting as a picture of the manners of the times which it represents.

There is no want of action or bustle in it; on the contrary, it abounds in incidents: but they are, for the most part, puerile.