this proverb can never have seen Mrs. Conrady.

    tinus, is a ray from tial beauty. As sakes more or less of t, sers, tenement wo able mansion.

    All ent state,  judge of arcecture.

    to t, in a y, divine Spenser, platonizing, sings

    ----- quot;Every Spirit as it is more pure,

    And  t,

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    So it th procure

    to  in, and it more fairly dight

    it.

    For of take:

    For soul is form, and dot;

    But Spenser, it is clear, never saw Mrs. Conrady.

    ts, anza but one, is a saving clause, w again, and leaves us as muco seek as ever : --

    quot;Yet oft it falls, t many a gentle mind

    Dabernacle drownd

    Eit the course of kind,

    Or tness in tance found,

    assumed of some stubborn ground,

    t  yield unto ion,

    But is performd ion.quot;

    From  Spenser had seen somebody like Mrs. Conrady.

    t of t umbled upon one of toabernacles  calls it, no gentle mind -- and sure lest -- ever o deal h.

    Pondering upon  by tion of to a conclusion t, if one must be plain, it is better to be plain all over, t a tolerable residue of features, to  one t sionable. No one can say of Mrs. Conradys countenance, t it ter if s a nose. It is impossible to pull o pieces in t malicious beauties of tempt at a selection. tout ensemble defies particularising. It is too complete -- too consistent, as o admit of tions. It is not as if some Apelles   of ted ugliness of Greece, to frame a model by. It is a symmetrical  connoisseur to cavil at any part or parcel of tenance in question; to say t t, is improperly placed. e are convinced t true ugliness, no less true beauty, is t of  too it reigns  a competitor. No one ever sa pronouncing o be t

    time t you are indulged  of ence ever after. You are glad to  -- like Stoneend to forget it. No one ever apologised to ing reet on suc kno ake ;I t face some call to mind  remember t in suc first struck you -- like a bust. You o move its lips -- so mildly too! No one ever t of asking o sit for ure. Lockets are for remembrance; and it o  your , . It is not a mean face eits entire originality precludes t. Neit of t order of plain faces  ordinary people, by an un a c upon our eyes: juggle our senses out of tural impressions; and set us upon discovering good indications in a countenance,  sigect gentleness,  ill it is t individual face. Neit, t it   marked by t ook it kindly. No, it stands upon its os fairly. t is. It is oken; t which she is known by.