During the spring and part of the summer of 1802 I lived in Paris. One of the people I met, and came to know weli there, was a man named Mr Dupin. This young gentleman came from an excellent and important family, but, because of a number of unfortunate events, he had become rather poor.. Mr Dupin could no longer walk about the town proudly. He was in some ways a broken man. In fact, it was only because of the kindness of some of the people who had lent him money, that he had any money left at' all. By using this money carefully, he was at least able to live simply. He allowed. himself only one luxury, books. He loved books, and in Paris these are easily obtained.