his Lady Patroness; and can no longer get admis- | balled by the third: he loses his character as a gension at Almack's: he loses his character as a gentleman and a man of honor; and all because he leman, and all because he breaks his promises for breaks his premature engagements, to gratify the wishes of women. the sake of mortifying women.

By the three examples which I have above quoted, I think that I have fully proved the worth of woman, and the evil consequences attending those, who have the ill-judgment to cherish an upon I shall next ataversion against the fair sex. tempt to show the manifold advantages of beauty, to those who have the good-fortune to be in the possession of it. In the first place, does it not excite an interest, almost bordering upon love, And in the breasts of all those who behold it? who is there that would not willingly risk his life in its defence? A beautiful woman is never without friends. Has she not everything at her command? Are not all her wishes readily fulfilled? For who is there, whose heart is so insensible as to refuse the requests of the fair? I myself would consider beauty the greatest blessing that can be given to mankind; for is not a bewitching face (and love

By the three examples which I have above quoted, I think that I have fully proved the worthlessness of woman, and the evil consequences attending those who have the ill-judgment to cherish a love for the fair sex. I shall next attempt to show the manifold disadvantages of beauty, to those who have the misfortune to be in possession of it. In the first place, does it not excite an invidious feeling, almost bordering upon hatred, in the breasts of all who are not similarly gifted, and who would do every thing in their power to injure the object of their envy? A beautiful woman is ever surrounded by flatterers and seducers. She is constantly worried by the soft speeches of those who would ruin her. She is in perpetual fear of being undone by their artifices. I, myself, would consider beauty as the greatest curse that can alight upon mankind; for is not a bewitching

liness of mind and of person are generally com-
bined) a fortune of itself; since a woman of at-
tractive appearance soon obtains many admirers,
and is always provided with the best of husbands.
Lastly, a beautiful woman is seldom known to in-
dulge in an absurd display of finery or of affec-
tation, (which those who are not similarly gifted are
too prone to do, in order to conceal their natural
imperfections, and which cannot fail to render
them ridiculous in the eyes of the world,) as she
is conscious that no art or studied appearance, can
ever serve to heighten her charms.

*I do not know how I can finish this paper bet-
ter, than by transcribing a few lines I accidentally
happened to meet with in our last vacation :-

He is a paricide to his mother's name,
And, with an impious hand, murthers her fame,
That wrongs the praise of women that dares write
Libels on saints; or, with foul ink, requite

face (and loveliness of mind and of person are
rarely combined) enough to ruin one by itself.
Since a woman of attractive appearance soon ob-
tains many admirers, by whose promises she is
beguiled and finally ruined. Lastly, a woman of
a homely appearance is seldom known to indulge
in an absurd display of finery and of affectation,
(which the beautiful are too prone to do, in order
to set off their charms to a still greater advantage,
and which cannot fail to render them ridiculous in
the eyes of the world,) since she is conscious that
no art nor studied appearance can ever conceal the
imperfections of nature.

I do not know how I can finish this paper bet-
ter, than by transcribing a few lines I accidentally
met with in our last vacation:-

To dote on weakness, slime, corruption, woman-
What is she, took asunder from her clothes?
Seeing that she consists of hundred pieces,

The milk they lent us.

Better sex, command
To your defence my more religious hand,
At sword or pen-your's was the nobler birth;
of man were born,-man but of earth.
For you

Much like your German clocks, and near allied,
Both are so nice they will not go for pride.
Beside a greater fault, but too well known,
They'll strike at ten, when they should stop at one.

LINES

ON THE BIRTH OF ALEXANDER RADCLIFFE,

Written in 1824.

Awake! blest babe! and burst the bands of night, And joyous hasten to the realms of light!

And thou, whose hands first held thy darling child,
On whom his infant lips first sweetly smil'd—
His mother-hail! for now no common birth,
No puny
infant weakly creeps on earth,—
No humble subject fills my rising song;
"To such high theme sublimer strains belong."
E'en while I gaze, and in his infant face
His future destinies and fortunes trace:
Apollo bids me sing; himself inspires
My lab'ring bosom with prophetic fires;
And thus the god commands me to relate
The firm decrees of everlasting fate:

"See a new progeny from heav'n descends,"
And Pallas' self th' important birth befriends:
Yes, favor'd offspring, Pallas' self appears,
The watchful guardian of thy growing years-
She, o'er thy head, her sacred shield display'd,
And round thee hover'd, mighty Homer's shade;
Virgil and Flaccus left their dark abode,
And, fondly bending o'er thy cradle, stood;
Each from his cloud, the ancient sages smil'd
With looks propitious on their darling child:
On thee they lean-on thee their hopes they rest,
To plant their doctrines in the youthful breast;
Secure, from rolling time their works to save,
And snatch their name from dark oblivion's wave;
Fair wisdom's hidden treasures to unbind,
And ope the gates of learning on mankind.

Rise, then, blest babe! and know thy future pow'r, And smile auspicious on thy natal hour;

Tread in the steps which erst thy Father trod,
And boldly wield th' hereditary rod.

Methinks I see thee, slow, with solemn stride, Frowning advance in magisterial pride : I see thee now thy birchen sceptre rear, Thy dire avenger, and the urchin's fear; While round the youthful crowd, in silence stand, And dread the terrors of thy falling hand. What though thy warlike namesake, Philip's son, Whole nations govern'd-by his prowess won? What though the fatal bolts of war he hurl'd, And spread his conquests o'er an awe-struck world? Thou too (so will the fates of Jove) shalt rule Supreme, thy little monarchy-a school. O'er the young mind thy empire shall extend, To form the docile, and the stubborn bend : Thou shalt proclaim the trembling culprit's doom, And thy dread voice, in thunder, shake the room.

Some youthful Milton, yet untaught to soar,
And tempt the paths of song, unknown before,
Beneath thy hand may make his first essay—
Spread his young wing, and dare the airy way;
Some infant Pelham of the coming age,
Destin'd to quell rebellious faction's rage;
Some mighty Marlborough, at his birth decreed
To rule in council, and the hosts to lead;
From thee may catch the first inspiring flame,
And frame his thoughts to deeds of future fame :
Some embryo Cromwell bow beneath thy rod,
And unborn tyrants tremble at thy nod.