look at her, and could see in her face when a syllable pleased or displeased her: and when I led her to explain the reason of her remarks, no demonstration could be more true, more accurate, or more appropriate to the subject. But, in general, this gave us very little trouble, for we understood each other when we had scarcely begun to explain our ideas.' There was such goodness, such pure nature seen Such harmony in motion, speech, and air, Her very soul is in home, and in the discharge of all those quiet virtues of which home is the centre. Her husband will be to her what her father is now;-the object of all her care, solicitude, and affection. She will see nothing, and connect herself with nothing, but by or through him. If he be a man of sense and virtue, she will sympathize in his sorrows, divert his fatigues, and share his pleasures. If she become the property of a churlish or negligent husband, she will suit his taste also, for she will not long survive his unkindness.3 1 Klopstock (of Meta). 2 Crabbe, Tales, 148. And then her hand on mine she laid, Methought I felt too much alone.1 She was an amiable, exemplary woman, and possessed that best and only preservative of youth and beauty, a kind, cheerful disposition, and buoyant spirits. Cette petite-qui est folle comme une jeune chienne; qui chante, qui rit, qui joue de claveçin, qui danse, qui saute, au lieu de marcher, qui ne sait ce qu'elle fait, et fait tout avec grâce; qui ne sait ce qu'elle dit, et dit tout avec esprit, et surtout une naïveté charmante.4 A handsome milkmaid that had not yet attained so much age and wisdom as to load her mind with any fears of things which may never be, as too many men often do, but she cast away all care, and sang like a nightingale." I will not tell you that this fair creature had the blushes of the morning in her cheeks, the splendour of the sun in her eyes, the freshness of the fields in her looks, the whiteness of the milk she expressed 1 Mazeppa. 2 Lady Catherine Hyde, Duchess of Queensbury, Prior's famous Kitty," Beautiful and young, and wild as colt untamed." 3 Loves of the Poets. 4 Madame du Deffand (Correspondence). 5 Isaac Walton. in her skin, and the melody of the larks we were admiring in her voice, lest, &c.' 'Tis true your budding Miss is very charming, What you, she, it, or they may be about.2 Camille ne cherche point à se parer, mais elle est mieux parée que les autres femmes. Elle se prête également au serieux et à l'enjouement. Si vous voulez, elle pensera sensément, si vous voulez, elle badinera comme les Grâces. Plus on a d'esprit plus on en trouve à Camille. Elle a quelque chose si naïf qu'il semble qu'elle ne parle que le langage du cœur. Tout ce qu'elle dit, tout ce qu'elle fait, a les charmes de la simplicité.3 She was not old, nor young, nor at the years To name, define by speech, or write on page, Which surely is exceedingly absurd.* Elle avoit de ces beautés qui se conservent, parce qu'elles sont plus dans la physiognomie que dans les traits." 1 Boyle, ii. 395. 4to. 2 Beppo (Byron). 5 Rousseau. 3 Montesquieu, Le Temple de Cnide. 4 Beppo. Elle fait plus de conquêtes a present qu'elle n'en a faites dans sa première jeunesse; sa coquetterie est sèche, froide, et piquante; c'est un nouveau genre, qui a sa séduction; j'ai moi-même beaucoup de penchant à l'aimer; elle a assez d'esprit et plusieurs qualités excellentes, surtout de la verité, qui est celle dont je fais le plus de cas.' O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move The bloom of young desire, and purple light of love.2 On her fair cheek's unfading hue The young pomegranates blossoms strew Lovely as the sun's first ray, When it breaks the clouds of an April day; Holy as hermit's vesper strain; Gentle as breeze that but whispers and dies, Yet blithe as the light leaves that dance in its sighs; 1 Lettres (Madame du Deffand, iv. 11.). 2 Gray. 3 Byron. Courteous as monarch the morn he is crown'd; Generous as spring dews that bless the glad ground.' The pride, too, of her step, as light Along the unconscious earth she went, Her heavenly form Angelic, but more soft, and feminine, From his own evil, and, for the time, remain'd Sweet Katharine, this lovely woman Kath. Fair, lovely lady, bright and crystalline, Beauteous and stately as the eye-train'd bird; As glorious as the morning wash'd with dew, Within whose eyes she takes the dawning beams, And golden summer sleeps upon thy cheeks. Wrap up the radiations in some cloud, Lest that thy beauty make this stately town Unhabitable as the burning zone, With sweet reflections of thy lovely face.1 When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it for ever; when you sing, 1 Rogers. 2 Byron. 4 Taming the Shrew, act iii. sc. 6. 3 Paradise Lost. |