in a manner which cannot be portrayed. This picture is no fancy sketch; it is drawn from the most vivid recollections of the person delineated. Fayaway I must avow the fact- for the most part clung to the primitive and summer garb of Eden. But how becoming the costume! It showed her fine figure to the best possible advantage; and nothing could have been better adapted to her peculiar style of beauty. On ordinary occasions she was habited precisely as I have described the two youthful savages whom we had met on first entering the valley. At other times, when rambling among the groves, or visiting at the houses of her acquaintances, she wore a tunic of white tappa, reaching from her waist to a little below the knees; and when exposed for any length of time to the sun, she invariably protected herself from its rays by a floating mantle of the same material, loosely gathered about the person. Her gala dress will be described hereafter. Though in my eyes, at least, Fayaway was indisputably the loveliest female I saw in Typee, yet the description I have given of her will in some measure apply to nearly all the youthful portion of her sex in the valley. Judge ye then, reader, what beautiful creatures they must have been. Herman Melville Phillis IN petticoat of green With hair about her een, Phillis, beneath an oak, Sat milking her fair flock : 'Mongst that sweet-strained moisture (rare delight) Her hand seemed milk, in milk it was so white. Drummond of Hawthornden Molly Mog, or the Fair Maid of the Inn 66 SAYS my uncle, "I pray you discover What hath been the cause of your woes, "O, nephew! your grief is but folly, "I know that by wits 'tis recited From loving of sweet Molly Mog. "The school-boys' desire is a play-day, "Will-a-wisp leads the trav❜ller a-gadding Thro' ditch, and thro' quagmire, and bog ; But no light can set me a-madding Like the eyes of my sweet Molly Mog. "For guineas in other men's breeches "The heart when half wounded is changing, "I feel I'm in love to distraction, "A letter when I am inditing, Comes Cupid and gives me a jog, "If I would not give up the three Graces, "Were Virgil alive with his Phillis, John Gay The Romany Girl HE sun goes down, and with him takes Pale Northern girls! you scorn our race; And if I take you, dames, to task, If, on the heath, below the moon, Go, keep your cheek's rose from the rain, The wild air bloweth in our lungs, You doubt we read the stars on high, R. W. Emerson Ann ANOTHER person there was, at that time, whom I have since sought to trace, with far deeper earnestness, and with far deeper sorrow at my failure. This person was a young woman, and one of that unhappy class who belong to the outcasts and pariahs of our female population. I feel no shame, nor have any reason to feel it, in avowing that I was then on familiar and friendly terms with many women in that unfortunate condition. Smile not, reader too carelessly facile! Frown not, reader too unseasonably austere ! Little call was there here either for smiles or frowns. For many weeks I had walked, at nights, with this poor friendless girl up and down Oxford Street, or had rested with her on steps and under the shelter of porticos. She could not be so old as myself: she told me, indeed, that she had not completed her sixteenth year. One night, when we were pacing slowly along Oxford Street, and after a day when I had felt unusually ill and faint, I requested her to turn off with me into Soho Square. Thither we went; and we sat down on the steps of a house, which to this hour I never pass without a pang of grief, and an inner act of homage to the spirit of that unhappy girl, in memory of the noble act which she there performed. Suddenly, as we sat, I grew much worse. I had been leaning my head against her bosom, and all at arms, and fell backwards on sensations I then had, I felt an liveliest kind, that, without some powerful and reviving once I sank from her the steps. From the inner conviction of the |