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mind not to be moved by the satyre and bickerings of an insidious enemy. In adversity he disdains an action that would tarnish his honor, or taint the name that is to live in memory after him. When fortune frowns, like a rock that lifts its head above the level of the sea and remains firm and unshaken, regardless of the foaming billows and ocean's roar—he stands amid a bustling world unmindful of envy's murmur and her bitter stings, supported by a conscious virtue and rectitude of conduct which affords a balm and consolation to his bosom, superior to all the joys that the world can give.
sparks in their intellectual c
apacity, that often shine with a brilliancy and lustre astonishing to an admiring world, and engenders in their bosoms those principles that are condusive to honor, preferment, and true felicity and which make them a race of distinguished beings, entitled to move in that sphere, to which, perhaps, they were not originally destined.
which I can assure you has occupied my thoughts ever since my arrival in the East—I declare I would rather work a dozen Hookacarpets for my Grand Papa, than remain another season in this teazing, solitary, fidgely state of celibacy;-not that I think I’m in love .--Dear me, I blush at the idea; -no, it is rather a soft agreeable languor;-a melting warmth of the heart;-a delicious indescribable ficrichant for- I protest, Mr. Mirror, I know not what it is; but I believe after all it must be love, as Alexander Brown, the poet, says,
a “Something there is moves me to love; and I
| From this restless, and unsatis
factory solitude, my heart has long panted to escape; and settle its playful egaremens on some object worthy, a “Virgin's Care,” but alas ! Mr. Mirror, retirement and some other causes, which I am not at liberty to mention, put it entirely out of my power to make that choice, which imagination is constantly pourtraying for my dearly beloved and long sighed-for companion;–I am therefore reluctantly compelled to state publicly my wishes and expectations, and entreat your good offices in recommending my pretensions.
The man that I wish to please, must himself possess the power ef pleasing—his person and manners must be unexceptionable no French legerete, nor Italian morbidezza;—no Irish Quinbus Flustrin, nor little. Welch Nardac ;—no raw-boned Caledonian, nor drowsy beef-eating John Bull,who neglects his tender spouse,
“Making night hideous.”
None of these, Dear Mr. Mirror, need reply to this letter ; the sweet youth to whom I offer the unqualified participation of my friendship, must possess a happy and agreeable melange of the better part of those characters, that is vivacity without levity, sincerity without bluntness, spirit without captiousness, and ease without indifference. .
“If there's a man in heart and tongue sincere, *} Towirtugfaithful, and injudgment clear, Gay without folly, learn'd without the show,
Jnlike the sloven, more unlike the beau,
Amidst whose manly features are express'd,.
The soft emotions of the tender breast,
To him my freedom gladly I’d resign,
His joys, his sorrows, only should be mine.”
After requiring so much, Mr. Mirror, it may be asked what peculiar charms and accomplishments I myself possess, to justify -so great a demand :—to this, my dear sir, modesty forbids me to say much, though vanity prompts me to say a great deal. This much, however, I think myself authorized to declare, that I am neither a chiaro-oscuro, nor complete sithanette ; nor peevish old maid, nor rompish over-grown miss: I have a pleasing figure, “belle, et dans toute la fleur de la jeunesse”; a sprightly imagination; a turn for the fine arts, particularly music and drawing—play on several instruments; am myself in sweet tune, and only require a pleasing partner to produce what the artists term a harmony of discords, or, Jigurative countER-point, which is acknowledged to produce the most affecting, as well as the most transporting melody,
I remain, * My Dear Mr. Mirror, Your sincere admirer,
Ilouis A MATILDA WILHEL
-- MINA Luc RstiA Schages
to leave the threshold, and ascend to Heaven. And shall he ascend, and not bear with him the news of one sinner, among all this multi
|tude, reclaimed from the error of his ways 2–" To give the greater
effect to this exclamation, he stamped with his foot, lifted up his hands and eyes to Heaven, and with gushing tears, cried aloud,”— “Stop Gabriel ! stop Gabriel ! stop ere you enter the sacred portals, and yet carry with you the news of one sinner converted unto God.”“He then, in the most simple, but energetic language, described what he called a Saviour’s dying love to sinful man; so that almost the whole assembly melted into tears. -This address was accompanied with such animated, yet natural action, that it surpassed any thing I ever saw or heard in any other preacher.”
Mrs. Jordon ; or, Kissing goes by Favour.
It is an old saying that kissing goes by favour, but it is not more true of real life than of mimic life. A dramatist may write, “kisses her.” to all etermity, while Mr. Noble, Mr. Maddox, and some other sweet youths, have the directions to follow ; for the lady-actress will manage so that it shall be all sham.
rxAMPLE, Some years since Mrs. Jordan was playing at Margate Theatre, with a new performer, an Irishman, and whom he was to have