From the Knickerbocker.
f Y ES A N d LIP
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The vividness of an eyes expression is no
dependent on its color. The eye is most express
sive, whose owner has the most thought and feel
ling. The eye expresses language of the mind
and heart; and whether light or dark, wherever
there is strong emotion, it manifests it. man
is better reader of meaning in woman's eye
than he is of one of his own gender; and lady
discovers more indication in the eyes of the OPP
posie sex, than can the most scrutnzing man.
! The eye is the most poetical of features; and
ample testimony has been borne, in all times,
| to its superiority in this particular. There is
much poetry in the smile of one we love; but
there is more in the cleaning kindness of an eye
from which the concentrated rays Of feeling,
thought, and sentiment are looking forth. Did
you ever look in the tranquil depths of an eye,
and see the shadows of thought winging them
selves onward? Did you never read whole
chapters about the sympathy of souls in them!
If not, your observation has not been acute, nor
your love very devout.


The sublime science of astroogy, which once
commanded the faith of the learned, has been
laughed at by the wisdom of more modern times.
The doctrines and the devotion of those old read
ers of the stars have been discarded: and to the
human eyes, the only relic of astrology now on
earth has been con6ded Lovers are the inheri-
tors of the romantic doctrines bequeathed by elder





vout looks towards the bespangled armament, at
night; but to them, the brow of beloved being
is heaven, and star that unfolds to them the
shadows of their coming destinies. Their an
cestors read the DEGREES of fate in the glittering
watches of the night season, and they foresee the
mysteries of the futrue in the expressions which
shift and play upon the eye. If the eye of his
mistress sparkles at his approach, it is the pre-
cursor of after JOY. If the murky shadow of
frown rests upon it, it is the foreboding of the
woe to come.


| To lover the eye of his mistress is ever elo-
quent, of hope or fear, of triumph or defeat 1t
is the polar star of his hope, the cynosure of his
faith; and the complexion of the future changes as
her eye wanes in the shadow, or wakes into the
light of day.


wholesome Lip is thing to be loved. Peo-
pie too much in the habit of regarding lips
as mere appendages to the human face divine
ornaments, like earrings, to set off its beauty.
This is to detract from their true use and excel
lence. They serve other purposes and are in
dices Of character.


wholesome lip is Of the complexion of mo-
relic cherry. 1t pouts like rose bud, and might
lead bee astray, as the grapes of Xeuis did the
birds. When kissing in fashion, gallants of
taste showed a preference for lips of this kind.
There was flavor about them-ambrosia, on
which young Love fed and grew fat.
The disciple of Socrates was feminine in the
matter of lips, for bees lowered over them and
the judgment Of bee in this particular is scarce
| ly inferior to that of batchelor under thirty.


In general, people are apt to think their noses of
more importance than their lips, and many saucy
noses seem to be of the same way Of thinking;
since we see them turning up with high disdain,
as u the lips were so inferior as to merit scorn.
| No 'genteel,' well-behaved nose is guilty of
such dastardly effrontery. Such an one, il is
true, may at times flap its nostrils and crow Iust-
y over its neighbors, as if it were 'cock of the
walk; but there is soft insinuation about an
eloquent lip, that cuts the comb of the braggart,
and inevitably tames the monarch down to the
mere republican.


| Our maiden aunt Sally wore lip, which, like
her matrimonial chances, was rather shrivelled.
II was mere streak along the horizon; an in
distinct margin along an ocean of mouth: strip
to tell you where her teeth were My aunt died
husbandless. If she had welded, her bridal kiss
would have been interesting


She saluted my cheek once, when, like Fanny,