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with them, the greatest of all is, in ninty- nine instances out of hundred, no better or grander than non-performance of the common duties of health. Many fine lady takes surfeit for tender distress and many a real sufferer, who is haunted by regret, or takes himself for the most i'll used or bilious old gentleman, might trace the loftiest of his woes to no better origin than series of ham-pies, or want 1 ot proper use of his boots and umbrella. Flowers die without air. They fade without light; and it is well known will yearn after it, and bend themselves toward the window,if put into dark corner. Do we suppose, that in our internal organiza- tion,-that in all that wonderful system of nerves and flores, by means of which we have sensation, and are enabled to think, do we suppose that in all this we are less delicately constructed than flowers, or can better dispense with what is to keep us bright and happy? An oak is strong, but do we fancy that we could plant it with im- punity in an unnatural soil or deny it air and light, or drench it with poisonous wa ters :! Above all, commend us, to corpu- lent lady! or a bird made to lie all day on sofa. While we have the principle of motion within us, we must use it., or take the consequences. While the ladies give the flowers nothing but what is fit for them, are there any who fancy that they can put into themselves loads of preposterous meet and drink, and yet retain the graces and hues, which impels poets and lovers to be- stow upon them their flowery appellations? Let them stuff lily first, and see how it looks. Let them swell out tube-rose, or plant or a sweet briar in a parole of kitchen stuff. "Disgusting images !' they will cry. Disgusting indeed but how then can they consent to do, what they dare not in com mon nature and propriety think of? We will answer for them.-They do not think of it or if they do, it is with regret, with dislike, with resolutions of amendment and then they indulge themselves again in order to get rid of their sorrow. This is human nature and it is to be pardoned. All that we say is, it is not human nature as it should be and might be; nor is it love; nor is it beauty. Love renders us lovely. What beauty a woman has is degraded and rendered not beautiful, if she contradicts the sentiment of beauty. It is transferred to the next woman who appreciates it bet ter, and who possesses at heart the loveli- ness which the other has missed. It is for this reason we see so many faces that are delightful in spite of common features, and so many, called beautiful, that we come to think poorly of, and even to dislike. It is in vain that woman carries . smooth cheek, if the effect ofher intercourse be hlrsh and grating. We shall feel the mis- cry of that, twenty times to what we, reap from the other ; and what poor good it becomes We soon learn to care as little for it, as we care for a Japan tea-board. At length, we recoil from the smooth im- postor that gives us taste of sweetness on- ly to make our lives the bitterer. But a cheek, sprinkled even with the small pox, that has charming lip to it, or an eye that promises tenderness and joy, how we love, and are grateful to it, and take on it deli- cious pity ,and look to it for pity ourselves! Set us one of these soul beauties on horse- back and give her tmge of the fresh air in her cheeks, and let her shape be seen in its natural grace and activity, and your la zy, languid, eating, and drinking,corpulent, sleekfaced beauties become parcel of

 beef-eaters in the comparison; yeo-Women

 of the mouth. They ought to stand on each side Exeter Change, and ask us to walk in and see animals feed.

 Lady.-Good God, sir ' this is very shocking. did not think that writer of your gallantry could speak in this way of any woman. I took up the New Monthly torelish my luncheon with andI VOW I cannot eat bit more.

 Writer.-I never had the pleasure, Mad am, of seeing you before: but on looking into your face, you do yourself an injustice to suppose you are one of those to whom my remarks ought to be displeasing. t

 Lady.-Excuse me, sir. I am not so ignorant of myself to pretend my shape is what it was or that the alteration of it is not owing, in some measure, to lit.ie too much indulgence. But yon are unkind sir. could shed tears for vexation. taf | Writer.-Then Madam, assure you could bc very sorry for them. and very much mortified. By your coIntenance, you are not one of those whose tears of vexation are shed in order to vex others j; and before could vex one like you,I could find it in my heart to call dozen of the others parcel of jolly fellows. You dine