BEAUTY OF TRUTH. AFTER all, the most natural beauty in the world is honesty and moral truth. For all beauty is truth. True features make the beauty of a face; and true proportions the beauty of architecture; as true measures that of harmony and music. In poetry, which is all fable, truth still is the perfection. Shaftesbury. THE ORPHAN. An orphan with my parents lived, whose eyes * * * * A child most infantine, Yet wandering far beyond that innocent age She moved upon this earth a shape of brightness, Which wanders through the waste air's pathless blue, Beside me, gathering beauty as she grew, Like the bright shade of some immortal dream Which walks, when tempest sleeps, the wave of life's dark stream. As mine own shadow was this child to me, * * *She was all I had To love in human life-this playmate sweet, Wandered with mine where earth and ocean meet, Through forests wide and old, and lawny dells And warm and light I felt her clasping hand And when the pauses of the lulling air * Amid her innocent rest by turns she smiled and wept. She would arise, and like the secret bird Triumphant strains, which, like a spirit's tongue, Shelley. PERSON AND CHARACTER. O, IF the money and the pains that we bestow upon perfumes and adornments of the body, were applied to the purification of the mind! O, if we were as careful to polish our manners as our teeth; to make our temper as sweet as our breath; to cut off our peccadilloes as to pare our nails; to be as upright in character as in person; to save our souls as to shave our chins,-what an immaculate race we should become! Dr. Chatfield. INTELLECTUAL BEAUTY. SPIRIT of Beauty, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Weaves rainbows o'er yon mountain river; Why aught should fail and fade that once is shown; Such gloom; why man has such a scope Love, hope, and self-esteem, like clouds, depart for some uncertain moments lent. And come, Man were immortal, and omnipotent, Didst thou, unknown and awful as thou art, Keep with thy glorious train firm state within his heart. That wax and wane in lovers' eyes; Like darkness to a dying flame! Depart not as thy shadow came : Shelley. WOMAN. As the vine, which has long twined its graceful foliage about the oak, and been lifted by it into sunshine, will, when the hardy plant is rifted by the thunderbolt, cling round it with its caressing tendrils, and bind up its shattered boughs; so is it beautifully ordained by Providence, that woman, who is the mere dependant and ornament of man in his happier hours, should be his stay and solace when smitten with sudden calamity; winding herself into the rugged recesses of his nature, tenderly supporting the drooping head, and binding up the broken heart. W. Irving. ORNAMENTS. SOME to conceit alone their taste confine, Poets, like painters, thus, unskilled to trace What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed; Pope. SIMPLICITY. IT is with books as with women; where a certain plainness of manner and of dress is more engaging, than that glare of paint and airs and apparel, which may dazzle the eye, but reaches not the affections. Hume. GRAVE OF AMBITION. HERE the mighty troublers of the earth, Who swam to sovereign rule through seas of blood: Thinned states of half their people, and gave up Blair. |