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FEMALE BEAUrY.-That Is not the most perfect beauty winch in public would attract the greatest observation, nor even that which the stauary would admit to be faultless piece of clay, kneaded up with blood. But that IS true beauty, which has not only substance, but spirit; beauty that we must intimately know, justly to appreciate beauty lighted up in conversation, where the mind shines as it were through q casket, where, in the language of the poet, < the eloquent blood spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, that we might almost say her body thought.o An order and q mode of beauty which, the more we know, the more we accuse ourselves form having before discovered those thousand graces which be- speak that their owner has soul This is that beauty which never cloys, possessing charms as resistless as the fascinating Egyp- tan, for which Anthony wisely paid the high est baube of the world---a beauty like the rising of his own Italian suns, always en- chanting, never the same.