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were made for them. Such a thought would not be more absurd in brute creatures, than one which men are apt to entertain, namely, that all the stars in the firmament were created only to please their eyes and amuse their imaginations. Mr. Dryden, in his fable of the Cock and the Fox, makes a speech for his hero the cock, which is a pretty instance for this purpose.
“ Then turning, said to Partlet, see, my dear,
What I would observe from the whole is this, that we ought to value ourselves upon those things only which superior beings think valuable, since that is the only way for us not to sink in our esteem hereafter.
Noris quam elegans formarum spectator sum.
TER You shall see how nice a judge of beauty I am.
THERE is something irresistible in a beauteous
form ; the most severe will not pretend, that they do not feel an immediate prepossession in favour of
· handsome. No one denies them the privilege of
Stg first heard, and being regarded before others in Atters of ordinary consideration. At the same time The handsome should consider that it is a possession, as it were, foreign to them. No one can give it bim. seif, or preserve it when they have it. Yet so it is, VOL. II.
that people can bear any quality in the world better than beauty. It is the consolation of all who are naturally too much affected with the force of it, that a little attention, if a man can attend with judgment, will cure them. Handsome people are usually so fantastically pleased with themselves, that if they do not kill at first sight, as the phrase is, a second interview disarms them of all their power. I shall make this essay rather a warning-piece to give notice where the dauger is, than to propose instructions how to avoid it when you have fallen in the way of it. Handsome women shall take up the present discourse.
Amaryllis, who has been in town but one winter, is extremely improved with the arts of good breeding, without leaving nature. She has not lost the native simplicity of her aspect, to substitute that patience of being stared at, wbich is the usual triumph and distinction of a town-lady. In public assemblies you meet her careless eye diverting itself with the objects around her, insensible that she herself is one of the brightest in the place.
Dulcissa is quite of another make, she is almost a beauty by nature, but more than one by art. If it were possible for her to let her fan or any limb about her rest, she would do some part of the execution she meditates; but though she designs herself a prey, she will not stay to be taken. No painter can give you words for the different aspects of Dulcissa in half a moment, wherever she appears: so little does she ac. complish what she takes so much pains for, to be gay and careless.
Merah is attended with all the charms and accomplishments of man. It is not to he uvuus but she bas a great deal of wit, if she were not suar beauty; and she would have more beauty had she 20 much wit. Affectation prevents ber exceller from walking together. If she has a mind to s such a thing, it must be done with such an air of body; and if she has an inclination to look very care
less, there is such a smart thing to be said at the same time, that the design of being admired destroys itself. Thus the unhappy Merah, though a wit and beauty, is allowed to be neither, because she will always be both.
Albacinda has the skill as well as power of pleasing. Her form is majestic, but her aspect hainble. All good men should beware of the destroyer. She will speak to you like your sister until she has you snre; but is tbe most vexatious of tyrants when you are so. Her familiarity of behaviour, her indifferent questions, and general conversation, make tbe silly part of her votaries full of hopes, while the wise fly from her power. She well knows she is too beautiful and too witty to be indifferent to any who converee with her, and therefore knows she does not lessen herself by familiarity, but gains occasions of admiration, by a seeming iguora:ce of her perfections.
Eudosia adds to the height of her stature a nobility of spirit which still distinguishes her above the rest of her sex. Beauty in others is lovely, in others agreeable, in others attractive; but in Eudosia it is commanding: Love towards Eudosia is a sentiment like the love of glory. The lovers of other women are softened into fondness, the adnairers of Eudosia exalted into ambition.
Eucratia presents herself to the imagination with a more kindly pleasure, and as she is woman, her praise is wholly feminine. If we were to form an image of dignity in a man, we should give him wis. dom and valour, as being essential to the character of manhood. In like manner, if you describe a right woman in a laudable sense, she should have gentle softness, tender fear, and all those parts of life which distinguish her from the other sex; with some subordination to it, but snch an inferiority that makes her still more lovely. Eucratia is that creature, she is all over woman, kindness is all her art, and beauty all her arms.
Her look, her voice, her gesture, and but the Being which contains all these must be ime mortal.
“ The elder Cyrus, just before his death, is repre. sented by Xenophon speaking after this manner : * Think not, my dearest children, that when I depart from yon I shall be no more, but remember, that my soul, even while I lived amoug you, was invisible to you; yet hy my actions you were sensible it existed in this body. Believe it therefore existing still, though it be still unseen. How quickly would the honours of illustrious men perish after death, if their souls performed nothing to preserve their fame? For my own part, I never could think that the soul, while in a mor tal body, lives, but when departed out of it, dies; or that its consciousness is lost when it is discharged out of an unconscious habitation. But when it is freed from all corporeal alliance, then it truly exists. Further, since the human frame is broken by death, tell us what becomes of its parts? It is visible whither the materials of other beings are translated, namely, to the source from whence they had their birth. The soul alone, neither present or departed, is the object of our eyes.'
“ Thus Cyros. But to proceed. No one shall per. snade me, Scipio, that your worthy father, or your grandfathers Paulus and Africanus, or Africanus his father or uncle, or many other excellent men whom I need not name, performed so many actions to be remembered by posterity, without being sensible that futurity was their right. And, if I may be allowed an old man's privilege, to speak of myself, do you think I would have endured the fatigue of so many wearisome days and nights, both at home and abroad, if I imagined that the same boundary which is set to my life must terminate my glory? Were it not more desirable to bave worn out my days in ease and tranquil. lity, free froin labour, and without emulation? But I know not how, my soul has always raised itself, and looked forward op futurity, in this view and expecta. tion, that when it shall depart out of life, it shall then live for ever; and if this were not true, that the mind is immortal, the souls of the most worthy would not, above all others, have the strongest impulse to glory.
" What besides this is the cause that the wisest men die with the greatest equanimity, the ignorant with the greatest concern? Does it not seem that those minds which have the inost extensive views, foresee they are removing to a happier condition, which those of a nar. rower sight do not perceive? I, for my part, am transported with the hope of seeing your ancestors, whom I have honoured and loved, and am earnestly desirous of meeting not only those excellent persons whom I have known, but those tvo of whom I have heard and read, and of whom I myself have written; nor would I be detained from so pleasing a journey. O happy day, when I shall escape from this crowd, this heap of pollution, and be admitted to that divine assembly of exalted spirits! When I shall go not only to those great persons I have named, but to my Cato, my son, than whom a better man was never born, and whose funeral rites I myself performed, whereas he ought rather to have attended nine. Yet has not his soul deserted me, but, seeming to cast back a look on me, is gone before to those habitations to which it was sensible I should soon follow bim. And though I might appear to have borne my loss with courage, I was not unaffected with it, but I comforted myself in the assurance that it would not be long before we should meet again, and be divorced no more.”