The Diary of an Ennuyée

It is a fantasy book. Calais, June 21. What young lady, travelling for the first time on the continent, does not write a Diary? No sooner have we stept on the shores of France no sooner are we seated in the gay salon at Dessin s, than we call, like Biddy Fudge, for French pens and French ink, and forth steps from its case the morocco-bound diary, regularly ruled and paged, with its patent Bramah lock and key, wherein we are to record and preserve all the striking, profound, and original observations the classical reminiscenses the thread-bare raptures the poetical effusions in short; all the never-sufficiently to-be-exhausted topics of sentiment and enthusiasm, which must necessarily suggest themselves while posting from Paris to Naples.