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BE AUTY.

There's no miniature
In her face, but is a copious theme
Which would, discoursed at large of,
Make a volume.

MASSINGER,

Mark her majestic fabric! she's a temple
Sacred by birth, and built by hands divine ;
Her soul's the deity that lodges there ;
Nor is the pile unworthy of the god.

DRYDEN.

The hand that made you fair, hath made you good.

SHAKESPEARE.

Without the smile from partial beauty won,
() what were man ?- a world without a sun.

CAMPBELL.

Thy surprising beauty, That might transport an angel from his spher And fix him by divine remembrance here.

DENNIS.

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So unpolluted by the skill of ait,
It seem'd just given from the Creator's

hand, Sent down the homage of the world to claim, And represent the heaven from which it came.

Her arching eyebrows own'd no pencil's aid,

Her face no delicately soften'd streak, Save that which He who ihe first róses made,

And tinted, had conducted to her cheek. Oh, how unlike the hues by folly spread, Where ghastly white relieves the staring red ! Not yet matured, the charms which were her

own, Yet ne'er to be surpass'd in life's full flood : Magnificent, I grant, the flower when blown,

But exquisitely beautiful the bud! I love the blossom ; and, with sorrow mute, Behold it fade, though fading into fruit.

Burke.

BEAUTY WITHOUT EXPRESSION CANNOT

ENGENDER LOVE.
Beauty is defined by an eminent painter to

accompanied with goodness of colour.” It was this principle that governed the magic pencil of Apelles, when he delineated “the sea-born goddess," so lovely and inimitable, so full of grace and fascination ! Lucian, who was an admirable judge of the subject, bestows high encomiums on Homer, for comparing Menelaus' naked arms to ivory gently dyed in purple ; for such, according to his opinion, should be the colour of the whole body. Ausonius, the celebrated Roman poet, who loved so enthusiastically the beautiful daughter of the Em. peror Valentinian, the incomparable Bissula, addresses a painter whom he employed to draw her portrait : “ Go, then, artist, and confound red roses with many lilies, and what reflection the air takes from them, let that be the colour of her face.” Petrarch, in describing Laura, represented the lily and the rose blooming on her cheeks, and that when she smiled she displayed “a brilliant row of pearls, set in orbs of coral.” Lord Byron thought that beauty never appeared so lovely “as when, like an April flower, it was bathed in tears." But the finest features, even if arranged with the most harmonious symmetry, and heightened by the most blooming complexion, must be animated with a glowing expression, before they can strike the passions, or enchain the admiration of love. .To invest beauty with the power of conquest, it is necessary, as the noblest of poets observed, that there should be

“ Heart on the lips, and soul within the eyes." Among the most peculiar and attracting graces of a beautiful face, the dimple has always borne away the palm of pre-eminence, and the reason is evident : dimples illuminate the countenance with the light of smiles, which reflect, as a mirror, the sensibility of passion and sweetness of temper that connect beauty with sentiment, and express a winning charm, which is not the characteristic of any other particular set of features, but is, perhaps, possible to all.

The thought in the last stanza of the following description of a youthful beauty is singularly delicate and poetical :He saw a face which once had moved his

heart-
A countenance so beautiful, so bland,

LOVELINESS AND PURITY. A broider'd cap was on her brow; beneath Her parted hair in rich profusion fell Over a neck of snow. The orient pearl, Pure emblem of her spotless mind, the

flower, Bright symbol of her joyous path, were twined Amid those flowing tresses. Night and morn Seem'd mingling there, so sable were her

locks, So pale her marble brow. How fair she

was... How envied and how rich :-rich in the gifts That art yields not, that gold can never buy,Rich in the faultless features of her race : Rich, if the fervent love of faithful friends Could make her wealthy. On that heavenly

brow The high-born chieftain turn'd his rapturous

gaze. The traveller felt the sunshine of her smile Light up his weary way ; and, as she pass’d, 'The lowly hind forgot his wonted toil, To greet her with his humble benison.

Anon.

HARMONY IN MOTION. Such harmony in motion, speech, and air, That without fairness she was more than fair.

Crabbe.

The charming sinile that robs sence from the hart.

Spenser.

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EVEN IN SHADOWS YOU ARE FAIR.

one will not be wanted in the case before us

if the other be allowed its full influence. Look out, bright eyes, and bless the air;

What I mean is this; that supposing a young Even in shadows you are fair.

lady to be deeply possessed with a regard for Shut-up beauty is like fire,

“whatsoever things are pure, venerable, and That breaks out clearer still and higher.

of a good report," it will lead to decorum spon. Though your beauty be confined,

taneously, and flow with unstudied propriety And soft Love a prisoner bound,

through every part of her attire and deYet the beauty of your mind Neither check nor chain hath found.

meanour. Let it be likewise added, that Look out nobly, then, and dare

simplicity, the inseparable companion both of

genuine grace and of real modesty, if it do Ev'n the fetters that you wear !

not always strike at first (of which it seldom Beaumont and Fletcher.

fails) is sure, however, when it does strike, to

produce the deepest and most permanent HOW TO GAIN MEN'S AFFections.

impressions.

Fordyce. Modesty in dress is a powerful attractive to honourable love. The male heart is a study, in which your sex are supposed to be a

IN HER CHEEK THE FLUSHING good deal conversant. Yet in this study, you

MORNING LIES. must give me leave to say, many of them On tiptoe, laughing like the blue-eyed May, seem to me but indifferent proficients. To | And looking aslant, where a spoil'd urchin gain men's affections, women in general are

strives naturally desirous. They need not deny, they

| (In vain) to reach the flowers she holds on cannot conceal it. The sexes were made for

high, each other. We wish for a place in your

Stands a young girl, fresh as the dawn, with hearts : why should you not wish for one in

all ours ? But how much are you deceived, my

Her bright hair given to the golden sun! fair friends, if you dream of taking that fort

There standeth she whom Midnight never saw, by storm! When you show a sweet solicitude

Nor Fashion stared on with its arrogant eye, to please by every decent, gentle, unaffected Nor gallant tempted ;-beautiful as youth : attraction, we are soothed, we are subdued,

Waisted like Hebe ; and with Dian's step, we yield ourselves your willing captives. But As she, with sandals newly laced, would rise if at any time by a forward appearance you To hunt the fawn through woods of Thessaly. betray a confidence in your charms, and by From all the garden of her beauty nought throwing them out upon us all at once you Has flown: no rose is thwarted by pale hours; seem resolved, as it were, to force our admira But on her living lip bright crimson hangs, tion, that moment we are on our guard, and And in her cheek the flushing morning lies, your assaults are vain, provided at least we | And in her breath the odorous hyacinth. have any spirit or sentiment. In reality, they

Апоп. who have very little of either, I might have said they who have none, even the silliest,

GENTLE DEAUTY. even the loosest men shall in a sober mood be taken with the bashful air and reserved | Her face was swect, and with a pensive life dress of an amiable young woman, infinitely | That would dispel the birth or germ of strife. more than they ever were with all the open Hers was a mind as pure as happy spring, blaze of laboured beauty and arrogant claims Smooth as the dove's unruffled gentle wing ; of undisguised allurement ; the human heart, i Fillid with much knowledge, yet her simp!c in its better sensations, being still formed to ways the love of virtue.

Deeming all worthy but herself cf praise ; Let me add, that the human imagination She, better yet than most-to her unknown-hates to be confined. We are never highly de She saw the good of others, not her own. lighted where something is not left us to fancy.

E. Millen. This last observation holds true throughout all nature, and all art. But when I speak of these, I must subjoin, that art being agreeable And gentle smiles that rever fail'd to pleasc. no farther than as it is conformed to nature, the

Harte.

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