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pleases; they command, like a good man out of office, not by authority, but by virtue.
Her features are not perfectly regular : that sort of exactness is more to be praised than to be loved; for it is never animated.
Her stature is not tall. She is not made to be the admiration of every body, but the happiness of one.
She has all the firmness that does not exclude delicacy: she has all the softness that does not imply weakness.
There is often more of the coquette shown in an affected plainness than in a tawdry finery. She is always clean without preciseness or affectation. Her gravity is a gentle thoughtfulness, that softens the features without discomposing them : she is usually grave.
Her smiles are inexpressible.
Her voice is a low, soft music, not formed to rule in public assemblies, but to charm those who can distinguish a company from a crowd. It has this advantage — you must come close to her to hear it.
To describe her body describes her mind; one is the transcript of the other. Her understanding is not shown in the variety of matters it exerts itself on, but in the goodness of the choice she makes.
She does not display it so much in saying or doing striking things, as in avoiding such as she ought not to say
She discovers the right and wrong of things not by reasoning, but sagacity. Most women, and many good ones, have a closeness and something selfish in their dispositions : she has a true generosity of temper : the most extravagant cannot be more unbounded in their liberality; the most covetous not more cautious in the distribution.
No person of so few years can know the world better; no person was ever less corrupted by that knowledge.
Her politeness seems to flow rather from a natural disposition to oblige than from any rules on that subject, and therefore never fails to strike those who understand good breeding and those who do not.
She does not run with a girlish eagerness into new friendships, which, as they have no foundation in reason, serve only to multiply and imbitter disputes. It is long before she chooses, but then it is fixed forever; and the first hours of romantic friendships are not warmer than hers after the lapse of years. As she never disgraces her good-nature by severe reflections on any body, so she never degrades her judgment by immoderate or ill-placed praises; for every thing violent is contrary to her gentleness of disposition and the evenness of her virtue. She has a steady and firm mind, which takes no more from the female character than the solidity of marble does from its polish and lustre. She has such virtues as make us value the truly great of our own sex; she has all the winning graces, that make us love even the faults we see in the weak and beautiful of hers.
O, SCENES surpassing fable, and yet true —
The garden fears no blight; and needs no fence,
Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us!"
The Idea of a State.
SIR W. JONES.
WHAT constitutes a state ?
Thick wall, or moated gate ;
Not bays and broad-armed ports,
Not starred and spangled courts,
No- men, high-minded men,
In forest, brake, or den,
Men, who their duties know,
Prevent the long-aimed blow,
These constitute a state;
O'er thrones and globes elate,
Smit by her sacred frown,
And e'en the all-dazzling Crown
Then, in this same boat, beside,
One with all a father's truth,
One on earth in silence wrought,
So whene'er I turn my eye
It was noontide. The sun was very hot. An old gentlewoman sat spinning in a little arbor at the door of her cottage. She was blind; and her granddaughter was reading the Bible to her. The old lady had just left her work, to attend to the story of Ruth.
'Orpah kissed her mother-in-law; but Ruth clave unto her.” It was a passage she could not let pass without a