"Will this do?"--"No;--that hair of gold,
That brow of snow, that eye of splendour,
Cannot redeem the mien so cold,
The air so stiff, so quite _un-tender_."

"This then?"--"Far worse! _Can_ lips like these
Thus smile as though they asked the kiss?--
Thinks she that e'en such eyes can please,
Beaming--there is no word--like _this?_"

"Look on that singer at the harp,
Of her you cannot speak thus--ah, no!"
--"Her! why she's _formed_ of flat and sharp--
I doubt not she's a fine soprano!"

"The next?"--"What, she who lowers her eyes
From sheer mock-modesty--so pert,
So doubtful-mannered?--I despise
Her, and all like her--she's a _Flirt!_

"And this is why my spleen's above
The power of words;--'tis that they can
Make the vile semblance be to Love
Just what the Monkey is to Man!

"But yonder I, methinks, can trace
One _very_ different from these--
Her features speak--her form is Grace
Completed by the touch of Ease!

"That opening lip, that fine frank eye
Breathe Nature's own true gaiety--
So sweet, so rare _when thus_, that I
Gaze on't with joy, nay ecstacy!

"For when _'tis_ thus, you'll also see
That eye still richer gifts express--
And on that lip there oft will be
A sighing smile of tenderness!

"Yes! here a matchless spirit dwells
E'en for that lovely dwelling fit!--
I gaze on her--my bosom swells
With feelings, thoughts,----oh! exquisite!

"That such a being, noble, tender,
So fair, so delicate, so dear,
Would let one love her, and _befriend_ her!--
--Ah, yes, _my_ Chosen One is here!"

_London Magazine_.

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TRAVELLING ON THE CONTINENT.

The man whom we have known to be surrounded by respect and attachment at
home, whose life is honourable and useful within his proper sphere, we
have seen with his family drudging along continental roads, painfully
disputing with postilions in bad French, insulted by the menials of inns,
fretting his time and temper with the miserable creatures who inflict
their tedious ignorance under the name of guides, and only happy in
reaching any term to the journey which fashion or family entreaty have
forced upon him. We are willing, however, to regard such instances as
casual, and proving only that travelling, like other pleasures, has its
alloys; but stationary residence abroad brings with it other a