you.

LOVEYET. Then she's as charming as ever.

FRANKTON. Charming as ever! By all that's beautiful, a Seraphim is nothing
to her! And as for Cherubims, when they compete with her,

_Conscious of her superior charms they stand,
And rival'd quite by such a beauteous piece
Of mortal composition; they, reluctant,
Hide their diminish'd heads._

LOVEYET. You extol her in very rapturous strains, George--I hope you have
not been smitten by her vast perfections, like the Cherubims.

FRANKTON. I am really enraptur'd with the bewitching little Goddess!

LOVEYET. Do you positively think her so much superior to the generality of
women?

FRANKTON. Most indubitably I do--don't you, pray?

LOVEYET. I thought her handsome once--but--but--but you certainly are not
in love with her.

FRANKTON. Not I, faith. Ha, ha, ha. My enamorata and yours are two distinct
persons, I assure you--and two such beauties!--By all that's desirable, if
there was only one more in the city who could vie with the lovely girls,
and boast of the same elegantly proportioned forms; the same beauty,
delicacy and symmetry of features; the same celestial complexion, in which
the lily and carnation are equally excell'd; the same----

LOVEYET. Oh, monstrous! Why, they exceed all the Goddesses I ever heard of,
by your account.

FRANKTON. Well, if you had let me proceed, I should have told you that if
one more like them could be found in town, they would make a more beautiful
triple than the three renowned goddesses who were candidates for beauty and
a golden apple long ago; but no matter now.--The account you have given of
the lovely Harriet, has rekindled the flame she so early inspir'd me with,
and I already feel myself all the lover; how then shall I feel, when I once
more behold the dear maid, like the mother of mankind--"with grace in all
her steps, heaven in her eye; in every gesture, dignity and love!"

FRANKTON. Aye--and what do you think of your father's sending for you to
marry you to this same beautiful piece of mortality?

LOVEYET. Is it possible? Then I am happy indeed! But this surpasses my most
sanguine hopes!

FRANKTON. Did you suppose he would object to the alliance then?

LOVEYET. I did not know,--my hope was only founded on the _probability_ of
his approving it.

FRANKTON. Well, I can now inform you that your hope has a better basis to
rest on, and that there is as fair a prospect of its being shortly
swallowed up in