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the face of the beautiful Miss M- This reward, poor man, is cruelly on the part of the crowd that see and treacherous and transitory. The adore her. They all agree as to the lady, in the fulness of her satisfaction, quality of her complexion, the colour sends all her friends to admire the of her eyes, and the shape of her portrait; each of whom-or how nose and mouth; but, among these could he be a friend?-points out some palpable glories of her face, each has distinct defect, but for which the some secret idol-some pet enchant- likeness had been complete. How

ent, which his own peculiar eyes ever contradictory in their suggeshave discovered -a something a- tions, the lady attends to them, one mounting almost to a look, perhaps; by one, with great candour ; and day an inexpressible kind of half-closing after day, as her difficulties arise, of-not both eyes

and yet not alto- repairs to lay them at the door of the gether of only one; a segment of persecuted painter.. “I am sorry, some unprecedented sort of smile Šir,” so she salutes him, “ that I am particularly on the left side of the come to find fault." - Fault! mamouth; a dropping of the eyebrows— dam,” replies the artist—" you may no—not a frown, nor any thing like remember that but yesterday,— it; a movement of the chin, ob- “ Yes--yes,” interposes the lady,

, servable only when the mouth is " that's very true—but, upon consineither open nor shut; and other deration, I must think there wants a exquisite diversities, which an artist little more colour---though that's not might overlook, but which each pro- what I mean neither. My daughter prietor thinks absolutely essential to has a description of bloom-not what the perfect loveliness of his mistress. we understand by colour—nor yet In such a case, what is an unfortu- pale by any means - a something nate limner to do? There is some very difficult to explain, or to paint, reason in insisting upon the utmost I dare say, but which Mr. Brown fidelity and nicety of imitation, as very justly thinks more characteristic far as relates to every thing that you of my daughter's style of beauty, than can positively swear to in a face, of any other property of her face." The a substantive form, however minute, artist does something or nothing, and whether of flesh and blood, or bone, the lady is again satisfied; but only or gristle, or horn. I would hold out in consideration of having set her to the end of time for an eloquent heart upon some new objection of wart, and would as soon give up my equal importance. “Just the thing," life as a favourite mole; but for such she now observes," the very tint phantasies and idealisms as looks or of nature. Mr. Brown, I am sure, will half-looks, and smiles of all descrip- be quite easy now-the colour is extions and degrees, no man can equi- act--but the eyes, Sir, the eyes, tably be responsible.

there certainly is something wanting, The greatest perplexities to which there.” Upon my word, Madam," a portrait painter is exposed, spring, says the artist, “I do not perceive not so much from those with whom the defect.” Nay, now do look he is principally concerned, as from a again,” continues the lady ; “ I don't crowd of monitors, at once indiffe- want them too brilliant, and I would rent and officious, who make it a duty not for the world have them dull. to call upon the portraits of their ac- My daughter, without doubt, has quaintance, and pass sentence upon black, sparkling eyes—but at the them before their suspension. He same time, (with an expression bemust produce a likeness, that not only tween laughing and weeping) a kind the person most interested shall con- of gay melancholy—you understand sider perfect, but which all the friends me,-a sort of-of-the French now of that person shall combine to pro- would tell you what I mean in a monounce a full transcript of all the ment: it is something that one does nice whims and delicate pretensions, not often see-and which, Mrs. Smirk which they may feel or feign on the assures me, is the thing of all others subject. He paints a portrait, for which makes my daughter's eyes so example, of a lady's daughter, and is charming." The artist alters again happy to hear the mother admit, that -and so he goes on, quite in oppohe has done all she could desire. sition to his own judgment and feeling, the blind drudge of unintelligi- take comfort from the persuasion, ble criticism, till he has entirely that in some corner of the kingdom, ruined the picture in his own esti- there is an individual-perhaps more mation, affronted the lady past all than one-who could not only look at colouring, and made enemies of the him and forgive him, but discover whole host of her friends, on a thou- something, in all that is most excepsand grounds of irreconcileable con- tionable and mal à propos in his countradiction.

tenance, with power to captivate These are no common hardships, and endear. Let any one look around we must allow; yet how provide a at the numerous fond couples of his remedy? I am at a loss what to acquaintance, who are peacefully propose. In the first instance, an smiling in each other's faces, in defiartist might fairly claim that his la- ance of realities and the common verbours should be subjected to only dict of mankind, and he must acknowconceivable principles, and practi- ledge, that beauty is but a name, and cable regulations. Further—if in the ugliness a chimera. In effect there production of a portrait, he succeed are no such things. Poetry, and novels in satisfying one-and one million and romances, have made a certain he should be considered independent, combination of auburn hair, blue I think, of an intermediate forty or eyes, Greek noses, and pearl teeth, fifty, the formidable band of friends, an indispensable part of the materiel all conspiring to differ from him and of true love; but, in the commerce from each other. Having conciliated of the living world, this is all sheer the agreement of all cursory observ- nonsense. Depend upon it that, in ers, and the severer judgment of any spite of arbitrary standards, there is single intimate, it may be pronounced no one so ugly who has not his ogof him, that he has completed as per- lings, his amorous looks, and lanfect and comprehensive a likeness as guishing smiles—and that somebody can be expected from human art- or other has the heart to relish and though I by no means profess to de- return them. Nay, beauty itself spise those profound and exclusive chooses ugliness for its mate, without detections, which induce Mrs. Tom- thinking it ugly. Look at Mr. and kins and Mr. Simpson to think, as they Mrs. P

How balsamic is say, for themselves, that is, to over- such an union to us that are ugly! I look what is plain to all eyes but their mean not to utter a word in dispaown. In spite of general rules, and ragement of beauty—but I see no the clearest definitions, people will harm in extending its empire by mulindulge in these deviations and ca- tiplying its attributes. A man may prices; and, whatever partial incon- have a just sense of all that is essenveniences may result from them, they tially, and by universal assent, most are, upon the whole, very beneficial lovely--and yet, under some inexplito the comfort and concord of society. cable illusion, fix his own final choice It would be a sad thing if all faces upon features that no

one thinks were to be beholden, by all, in the agreeable but himself. same point of view; if there were no make his quotations from twenty espartial versions, by which “ lack tablished belles, drink to the tyranny lustre-eyes,” wide mouths, and red of all the reigning toasts—and then go noses, could be brought together, in and surrender up his soul for ever, the tender relation of lovers, and the to a mouth charmingly awry, and useful connection of husbands and teeth divinely not in rows. This is wives. As more than half the world as it should be. By such bye laws must, conscientiously and in strict as these nature elicits harmony from law, be accounted ugly, how consol- the jarring elements of the world ; ing it is that the pliancy of taste and thus, amidst all her seeming inequaopinion on this subject can so qualify lities and inconsistencies, by a series the most positive institutions--so of kindly compensations, she assimiz limit and extenuate the most stubborn lates all conditions, and provides facts of the human face, as to supply means for making every one contenta ready evasion from this apparented and happy.

R. A. rigour of destiny. The ugliest may

He may

EUSTACE DE RIBAUMONT,

A BALLAD.

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The incident, on which the fole de dehors ; et vous prie que vous le lowing ballad is founded, I met with portez cette année pour l'amour de in Froissart. The words spoken hy moi. Je sai bien que vous estes gay Edward the Third, on giving the et amoureux, et que voulentiers vous chaplet of pearls off his own head to vous trouvez entres dames et damoiEustace de Ribaumont, after supper, selles. Si dites par tout là ou vous on the day when the French knight irez que je le vous ai donné. Si vous was made prisoner, are almost a quitte votre prison ; et vous en pou. translation of those with which the vez partir demain, s'il vous plaist.” historian records him to have ac- Edit. fol. 1559, vol. i. ch. 152. companied the present.

66 Mon- I have departed from history in seigneur Eustace, je vous donne ce making Edward present at the battle chappelet, pour le mieux combattant of Poitiers, in which Eustace was de la journée de ceux de dedans et afterwards slain.

On Poitiers field the hosts are met,

Sharp were the spears that day ;
And every one his sword has whet,

As for a bloody fray.
Brightly each targe and burgonet

Was glancing in the sun ;
And every knight thereto has set

His lady's favour on.
But who is he that foremost hurls

His javelin mid the foe?
Upon whose head that cap of pearls

Doth make a gallant show?
Yet fitter for the dance, I ween,

Or lover's serenade,
Than in the ranks of battle seen,

A cap with pearly braid.
That meed at English Edward's hand

The youthful warrior won,
The bravest he of Gallia's band,

Eustace de Ribaumont.
'Twas at a banquet after fight,

Where he was England's thrall,
That Eustace won those pearls so bright

In good King Edward's hall.
Twice, said the monarch, on my knee

Thou hadst me down to-day ;
So good a knight I did not see

Amid your fair array.
Then, Eustace, take my cap of pearls,

Wear it for love of me;
Thou'rt gay, and toy'st with dames and girls;

Tell them I gave it thee.
I quit thee of thy prison straight,

So henceforth thou art free.
Sir Eustace rose ; and at the gate

Right willing forth went hc.
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And now on Poitiers field again

He meets the English line,
And foremost on the battle plain

His ashen spear did shine.
When out there rush'd a sturdy knight,

And ran a-tilt at him ;
In sable armour he was dight,

That clothed every limb.
Long time they strove with lance in hand;

And many a thrust did try :
The lances split; and then his brand

Each loosen'd from his thigh.
So close they join, those pearls so bright,

That gleam'd on Eustace' brow,
In the black mail their balls of white,

As in a mirror, show.
But soon was changed that white to red;

For with a furious blow,
The sable warrior smote his head,

That fast the blood did flow.
King Edward from a neighb'ring height

Was looking on the fray:
And save, he cried, oh save the knight,

And bring him here straightway.
They brought him where King Edward stood,

Upon the hillock nigh;
They staunch awhile the streaming blood;

And scant he oped his eye.
Edward, said he, behold the braid

Thou gaveșt erewhile to me:
For me it won the loveliest maid

That lived in Burgundy.
That maid for many a year I woo'd,

Ι
And she my love return'd;
But still her sire the suit withstood,

Till praise in war was earn'd.
That praise, O King, thy hand bestow'd,

To her the gift I bore;
And when our wedding torches glow'd,

This wreath I proudly wore.
That thou another boon wouldst give,

I came to ask this day-
That thou, who gavest me then to live,

Wouldst take that life away.
Amid the fight I saw thee not,

But saw thy princely son;
I knew him by his sable coat;

From him I had the boon.
The words thou badest me say, I said,

Of all to her alone;
She heard ; and how she smiled, sweet maid,

And kiss'd the pearls, each one !
I've worn them since for love of thee,

Now love I nought beside :
For she is in her grave, quoth he;

Then grasp'd his hand, and died.

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MEMOIRS OF THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF

TOBIAS SMOLLETT, IN CONTINUATION OF DR. JOHNSON'S LIVES OF THE POETS. TOBIAS SMOLLETT was born in it may appear, is so characteristic, the parish of Cardross, in Dumbar- that I cannot leave it untold. lad, tonshire, in the year 1721. His fa- who was apprenticed to a neighbourther, Archibald, a Scotch gentleman ing chirurgeon, and with whom he of small fortune, was the youngest had been engaged in frolic on a winson of Sir James Smollett, who was ter's evening, was receiving a severe knighted on King William's acces- reprimand from his master for quitsion, represented the borough of ting the shop; and having alleged in Dumbarton in the last Scotch par- his excuse, that he had been hit by a liament, and was of weight enough snow-ball, and had gone out in pura to be chosen one of the commissioners suit of the person who had thrown for framing the treaty of union be- it, was listening to the taunts of his tween the two countries. On his master, on the improbability of such return from Leyden, where it was a story. “How long,” said the son of then the custom for young Scotchmen Æsculapius, with the confident air of to complete their education, Archi- one fearless of contradiction, “ might bald married Barbara, the daughter I stand here, and such a thing not of Mr. Cunningham, of Gilbertfield, happen to me?” when Smollett, who near Glasgow; and died soon after stood behind the pillar of the shopthe birth of our poet, leaving him, door, and heard what passed, snatchwith another son and a daughter, de- ing up a snow-ball, quickly delivered pendent on the bounty of their grand- his playmate from the dilemma in father. The place of Smollett's na- which this question had placed him, tivity was endeared to him by its by an answer equally prompt and natural beauties; insomuch that, conclusive. Not content with this when he had an opportunity of com- attack, he afterwards made the of paring it with foreign countries, he fender sit for his whole-length porpreferred the neighbouring lake of trait, in the person, as it is supposed, Loch Lomond to those most celebra- of Crah, in the same novel. ted in Switzerland and Italy. Being In the midst of these childish salplaced at the school of Dumbarton, lies, he meditated greater things ; which was couducted by John Love, a and the sound of the pestle and morman of some distinction as a scholar, tar did not prevent him from attendhe is said to have exercised his poes ing to the inspirations of Melpomene. tical talents in writing satires on the At the age of eighteen he had comother boys, and in panegyrising his posed a tragedy on the murder of heroic countryman Wallace. From James I. the Scottish monarch, and hence, at the usual age, he was re- about that time losing his grandfather, moved to Glasgow; and there making by whom he had been supported, choice of the study of medicine, was and discovering that he must thenceapprenticed to Mr. John Gordon, a' forth rely on his own exertions for a chirurgeon, who afterwards took out maintenance, he set forth with his jua diploma and practised as a physi- venile production for London. On his cian. His irresistible propensity to arrival there, failing as might be exburlesque did not suffer the peculi- pected, to persuade the managers to arities of this man, whom he has bring his tragedy on the stage, he represented under the character of solicited and obtained the place of Potion, in Roderick Random, to a chirurgeon's mate, on board the

He made some a fleet destined for the attack of Carmends for the indignity, by intro- thagena. Of this ill-conducted and ducing honourable mention of the unfortunate expedition, he not only name of Dr. Gordon in the last of made a sketch' in his Roderick Ranhis novels. A more overt act of con- dom, but afterwards inserted a more tumacy to his superiors, into which detailed account of it in the Comhis vivacity hurried liin, tritiing as pendium of Vovi.ges. After a short

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