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Know, beauty is a pure ethereal ray Beauty is a lively shining or glittering Of fair celestial make, that issues forth brightness, resulting from ettused good, by From the sole fount of light, and lustre ideas, seeds, reasons, shadows, stirring up

spreads our minds, that by this good they may be

Through air and earth and heaven: od united and made one, as Plato saith. Others

ocean feels will have beauty to be the perfection of the The influence of its beam: when tempests fly whole composition, caused out of the con- | They bear it on their wings: the firmament, gruous symmetry, measure, order, and man

Radiant with starry orbs, light above light ner of parts ; and that comeliness which

In lucid order rais'd, aloud proclaims proceeds from this beauty is called grace;

The fair original. But man is raised and from thence all fair things are gracious ;

High in the scale of beings, and inform’d for grace and beauty are so wonderfully

With intellectual faculties that show annexed, so sweetly and gently win our

The beauty of the mind, by which he claims souls, and strongly allure, that they confound

Relation to his Maker, and partakes our judgment, and cannot be distinguished. Of rectitude divine : hence, moral acts Beauty and grace are like those beams and

Which flow from reason, and obsequious will, shinings that come from the glorious and

Are beautiful and good, because with God divine sun, which are diverse, as they proceed

Similitude they hold, whose sacred will, from diverse objects, to please and affect our !

Pure as His essence, never can divert several senses; as the species of beauty are From what is right, and is itself the law taken at our eyes, ears, or conceived in our Which we call natural, as He only rules inner soul, as Plato disputes at large in his | As well the moral as material world. Dialogue de Pulchro, Phædro, Hippias,"

Bushe. and, after many sophistical errors confuted, concludes that beauty is a grace in all things

FAIR BEYOND DESCRIPTION. delighting the eyes, ears, and soul itself ; so Oh, she is fair, beyond description fair that, as Valesius infers hence, whatsoever Fairer than youthful poets can express, pleaseth out ears, eyes, and soul, must needs

Or happy painters fancy when they love. be beautiful, fair, and delightsome to us. And

Otway. nothing can more please our ears than music, or pacify our minds. Fair houses, pictures,

OUTWARD BEAUTY FADES, NOT THE orchards, gardens, fields, a fair hawk, a fair

BLOOM WITHIN. horse, is most acceptable unto us ; whatso

Beautiful ? yes ! but the blush will fade, ever pleaseth our eyes and ears we call beautiful and fair. Pleasure belongeth to the rest

The light grow dim which the blue eyes of the senses, but grace and beauty to these

wear ; two alone. As the objects vary and are

The gloss will vanish from curl and braid, diverse, so they diversely affect our eyes,

And the sunbeam die in the waving hair. eirs, and soul itself : which gives occasion

Turn from the mirror, and strive to win to some to make so many several kinds of

Treasures of loveliness still to last; love as there be objects : one beauty ariseth

Gather earth's glory and bloom within, from God-of which, and divine love, St.

That the soul may be bright when youth is Dionysius, with many fathers and Neotericks,


Mrs. Osgood. have written just volumes, many parænetical discourses; another from His creatures. There

A BLUSH'S PASSING DYE. is a beauty of the body, a beauty of the soul,

Truly his penetrating eye a beauty from virtue (Austin calls it), which

Hath caught that blush's passing dyewe see with the eyes of our mind, which

Like the last beam of evening thrown beauty, as Tully saith, if we could discern

On a white cloud- just seen and gone. with these corporeal eyes, would cause ad

Scott. mirable affections and ravish our souls.


Beauty is a witch,
The soft seraphic smile's attractive grace. Against whose charms faith melteth into





WOMEN. What a mysterious thing is a blush, that a i single word, look, or thought should send For this ye know well, though I wouldin lie, that inimitable carnation over the cheek, like

1 In women is all truth and steadfastness; the soft tints of a summer's sunset! Strange,

For, in good faith, I nev'r of them sie, too, that it is only the face-the human face

But much worship, bount, and gentleness, --that is capable of blushing. The hand or

Right coming, lair, and full or meekèness; foot does not turn red with modesty or shame

| Good and glad, and lowly, I you ensure, more than the glove or sock which covers it.

Is this goodly and angelic creatûre. It is the face that is heaven! There may be

And if it hap a man be in disease, traced the intellectual phenomena with con

She doth her business and her full pain fidence amounting to a certainty.


With all her might him to comfort and please ;

If fro his disease him she might restrain :

In word ne deed, I wis, she woll not faine ; KISSES, A RICH ELIXIR OF DELIGHT. With all her might she douh her business

To bringen him out of his heaviness.
Cupid, if storying legends tell aright,
Once framed a rich eixir of delight.

Lo, here what gentleness these women have, A chalice o'er love-kindled flames he fix'd,

If we could know it for our rudèness ! And in it nectar and ambrosia mix'd :

How busy they be us to keep and save With these, the magic dews which evening

Both in hele and also in si kness, brings,

And alway right sorry for our distress! Brush'd from the Idalian star by fairy wings, In every manère thus shew they ruth, Each tender pledge of sacred faith he join'd, That in them is all goodness and all truth. Each gentler pleasure of the unspotted

Chaucer. mindDay-dreams, whose tints with sportive bright

SOUL-FULL EYES. ness glow,

Ask me not why I should love her ; And Hope, the blameless parasite of Woe.

Look upon these soul-full eyes! The eyeless chemist heard the process rise,

Look while mirth or feeling move her, The steamy chalice bubbled up in sighs,

And see there how sweetly rise Sweet sounds transpired, as when the en

Thoughts gay and gentle from a breast, amour'd dove

Which is of innocence the nest, Pours the soft murmuring of responsive love.

Which though each joy were from it shed, The finish'd work might Envy vainly blame, And “ Kisses” was the precious compound's

By truth would still be tenanted ! name.

See, from these sweet windows peeping, With half the god his Cyprian mother blest, Emotions tender, bright and pure, And breath'd on Sara's lovelier lips the rest. And wonder not the faith I'm keeping

S. T. Coleridge.

Every trial can endure !

Wonder not that looks so winning

Still for me new ties are spinning ;

Wonder not that heart so true Who can tell the value of a smile? It

Keeps mine from ever changing too. costs nothing to the giver, but is beyond

Charles 7. Hoffmann, price to the erring and relenting, the sad and cheerless, the lost and forsaken. It disarms malice, subdues temper, turns hatred to love,

BLUSHES. revenge to kindness, and paves the darkest

'Tis beauty's blush whose red and white paths with gems of sunlight. A smile on

Nature's own sweet and cunning hand the brow betrays a kind heart, a pleasant

laid on.

Shakespeare. friend, an affectionate brother, a dutiful son, a happy husband. It adds a charm to beauty, it decorates the face of the deformed, Well docs that vermeil tint become thy and makes a lovely woman resemble an angel | maiden cheek, for it is the soft test of virgin in Paradise. McLeod. 1 purity,

Selim and Zuleika.

CONCENTRATED RAYS OF BEAUTY. THE BEAUTIFUL ALONE IS REAI The sparkling eye, the mantling cheek, Only the beautiful is real : The polished front, the snowy neck,

All things whereof our life is full, How seldom we behold in one !

All mysteries that life enwreathe, Glossy locks, and brow serene,

Birth, life and death, Venus' smiles, Diana's mien,

All that we dread or darkly feel, All meet in you, and you alone.

All are but shadows; and the beautiful Beauty, like other powers, maintains

Alone is real. Her empire, and by union reigns;

Love, truth, and beauty-all are one: Each single feature faintly warms :

If life may expiate But where at once we view display'd

The wilderings of its dirness, death be Unblemish'd grace, the perfect maid

known Our eyes, our ears, our heart alarms.

But as the mighty ever-living gate So when on earth the god of day

Into the beautiful :-all things flow on Obliquely sheds his temper'd ray,

Into one heart, into one melody, Through convex orbs the beams transmit,


W. 7. Linton. The beams that gently warm'd before, Collected, gently warm no more,

RECIPROCITY. But glow with more prevailing heat.


| The kiss you take is paid by that you give; The joy is mutual, and I'm still in debt.

Lord Lansdowne. IN THINE EVERY MOTION MUSICAL. ] Maiden, when such a soul as thine is born,

THE LOVING SMILE. The morning stars their ancient music Not all the mines of all the rew-found make,

worlds, And, joyful, once again their song awake,

Nor all the gums and incense we can boast, Long silent now with melancholy scorn ;

Can be equivalent to one kind smile from And thou, not mindless of so blest a morn,


Darcy. By no least deed its harmony shall break, But shalt to that high chime thy footsteps

SURPASSING BEAUTY. take, Through life's most darksome passes un My lady's beauty 'passeth more the best of forlorn ;

yours than doth the sun the candlelight, or Therefore from thy pure faith thou shalt brightest day the darkest night. not fall,

Henry, Earl of Surrey. Therefore shalt thou be ever fair and free,

And in thine every motion musical As summer air, majestic as the sea,

She 'pass'd the rest as far as doth the sun A mystery to those who creep and crawl another little star.

Harington. Through Time, and part it from Eternity.


Where is any author in the world PERPETUAL SPRING UPON HER FACE.

Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?

Shakespeare, She had Such smooth and high-arch'd brows, such

Her beauties glow'd upon my mind, sparkling eyes, Whose every glance stored Cupid's emptied

And sparkled in each thought.
Such ruby lips,-and such a lovely bloom,
Disdaining all adulterate aids of art,

Beauty's soul-enchanting smile.
Kept a perpetual spring upon her face,

Langhorne. As Death himself lamented, being forced To blast it with his paleness.

He one raptuous smile might boast. Massinger.




CRITERION OF TRUE BEAUTY. the VARIOUS TRAITS OF BEAUTY. The criteron of true beauty is, that it! Every trait of beauty may be referred to increases on examination ; of false, that it some virtue, as to Innocence, Candour, lessens. There is something, therefore, in Generosity, Modesty, and Heroism. true beauty that corresponds with right

St. Pierre, reason, and is not merely the creature of fancy.



| Thus, her foot upon the new-mown grass, The beauty of a lovely woman is like

bareheaded, with the flowing music. What can one say more? Beauty

Of the virginal white vesture gather'd has an expression beyond, and far above the

closely to her throat, one woman's soul that it clothes, as the

And the golden ringlets on her neck just words of genius have a wider meaning than

quicken'd by her going, the thought that prompted them : it is more

And appearing to breathe sun for air, and than a woman's love that moves us in a

doubting if to float. woman's eyes — it seems to be a far-off mighty love that has come near to us, and With a branch of dewy maple, which her made speech for itself there; the rounded

right hand held above her, neck, the dimpled arm, move us by some

And which trembled a green shadow in thing more than their prettiness - by their

betwixt her and the skies, close kinship with all we have known of | As she turn'd her face in going, thus she tenderness and peace. The noblest nature

drew me on to love her, sees the most of this impersonal expression

And to worship the divineness of the smile in beauty, and for this reason, the noblest

hid in her eyes. nature is often the most blinded to the character of the one woman's soul that the

:! For her eyes alone smile constantly; her lips

In beauty clothes.

George Eliot.

have serious sweetness,

And her front is calm, the dimple rarely MY HEART WOULD HEAR HER AND BEAT.

ripples on the cheek ; She is coming, my own, my sweet! But her deep blue eyes smile constantly, as if Were it ever so airy a tread,

they in discreetness My heart would hear her and beat,

Kept the secret of a happy dream she did Were it earth in an earthly bed.

not care to spcak. Tennyson.

Mrs. Browning

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