Miss Jane Cox SHE HE is an East Indian and ought to be her grandfather's Heir. At the time I called Mrs. R. was in conference with her up stairs, calling her genteel, interesting and a thousand other pretty things to which I gave no heed, not being partial to 9 days' wonders. Now all is completely changed-they hate her, and from what I hear she is not without faults of a real kind: but she has others which are more apt to make women of inferior charms hate her. She is not a Cleopatra, but she is at least a Charmian. She has a rich Eastern look; she has fine eyes and fine manners. When she comes into a room she makes an impression the same as the Beauty of a Leopardess. She is too fine and too conscious of herself to repulse any Man who may address her — from habit she thinks that nothing particular. I always find myself more at ease with such a woman; the picture before me always gives me a life and animation which I cannot possibly feel with anything inferior. I am at such times too much occupied in admiring to be awkward or on a tremble. I forget myself entirely because I live in her. You will by this time think I am in love with her; so before I go any further I will tell you I she kept me awake one Night as a tune of Mozart's might do. I speak of the thing as a pastime and an amusement than which I can feel none deeper than a conversation with an imperial woman the very "yes" and "no" of whose lips is to me a Banquet. I don't cry to take the Moon home with me in my Pocket nor do I fret to leave her behind me. I like her and her like because one has no sensations -- what we both are is taken for granted. You will suppose I have by this had much talk with her — no such thing - there are the Miss am not Reynoldses on the look out. They think I don't admire her because I did not stare at her. They call her a flirt to me. What a want of knowledge! She walks across a room in such a Manner that a Man is drawn towards her with a magnetic Power. This they call flirting ! they do not know things. They do not know what a Woman is. I believe, tho', she has faults—the same as Charmian and Cleopatra might have had. Yet she is a fine thing, speaking in a worldly way: for there are two distinct tempers of mind in which we judge of things-the worldly, theatrical and pantomimical; and the unearthly, spiritual and ethereal-in the former, Buonaparte, Lord Byron, and this Charmian hold the first place in our Minds; in the latter, John Howard, Bishop Horner rocking his child's cradle, and you, my dear Sister, are the conquering feelings. As a Man in the world I love the rich talk of a Charmian; as an Eternal Being I love the thought of you. I should like her to ruin me, and I should like you to save me. John Keats The Prioress XIII GOOD COMPANY HER was also a Noune, a Prioresse, THE That of hire smylyng was ful symple and coy; Hire grettest ooth nas but by seynt Loy; And sche was cleped Madame Eglentyne. And Frensch she spak ful faire and fetysly, Hire over lippe wypede sche so clene, And peynede hir to countrefetë cheere A peire of bedës gauded al with grene; And thereon heng a broch of gold ful schene, Chaucer Hester Johnson TELLA this day is thirty-four, STELLA (We sh'an't dispute a year or more :) Although thy size and years are doubled O, would it please the gods to split With half your wit, your years, and size. How should I beg of gentle fate, (That either nymph might have her swain,) Dean Swift Mrs. Dingley HIS day, dear Bec, is thy nativity; THIS Had Fate a luckier one, she'd give it ye. She chose a thread of greatest length, And doubly twisted it for strength : |