ELEMENTS OF ENGLISH. 91 guishing airs, soft looks, and inclinations of the head; will the goddess only deign to satisfy our eyes?" (21) Upon this one of the company stepped up to present her with some fruits he had gathered by the way. (22) She received the present most sweetly smiling, and with one of the whitest hands in the world, but still not a word escaped her lips. (23) I now found that my companions grew weary of their homage; they went off one by one, and resolving not to be left behind, I offered to go in my turn, when, just at the door of the temple, I was called back by a female whose name was Pride, and who seemed displeased at the behavior of the company. (24) "Where are you hastening?" said she to me with an angry air; "the Goddess of Beauty is here." (25) "I have been to visit her, madam," replied I, "and I find her more beautiful even than report had made her." (26) "And why then will you leave her?" added the female. (27) "I have seen her long enough," returned I, "I have got all her features by heart. (28) Her eyes are still the same. (29) Her nose is a very fine one, but it is still just such a nose as it was half an hour ago: could she throw a little more mind into her face, perhaps I should be for wishing to have more of her company." *(30) "What signifies,” replied my female," whether she has a mind or not; has she any occasion for a mind, so formed as she is by nature? (31) If she had a common face, indeed, there might be some reason for thinking to improve it; but when features are already perfect, every alteration would but impair them. (32) A fine face is already at the point of perfection, and a fine lady should endeavor to keep it so the impression it would receive from thought would but disturb its whole economy." (33) To this speech I gave no reply, but made the best of my way to the Valley of the Graces. (34) Here I found all those who before had been my companions in the Region of Beauty, now upon the same errand. (35) As we entered the valley, the prospect insensibly seemed to improve; we found everything so natural, so domestic, and pleasing, that our minds, which before were congealed in admiration, now relaxed into gayety and good humor. (36) We had designed to pay our respects to the presiding goddess, but she was nowhere to be found. (37) One of our companions asserted, that her temple lay to the right; another, to the left; a third insisted that it was straight before us; and a fourth, that we had left it behind. (38) In short, we found everything familiar and charming, but could not determine where to seek for the Grace in person. (39) In this agreeable incertitude we passed several hours, and though very desirous of finding the goddess, by no means impatient of the delay. (40) Every part of the valley presented some minute beauty, which, without offering itself, at once stole upon the soul, and captivated us with the charms of our retreat. (41) Still, however, we continued to search, and might still have continued, had we not been interrupted by a voice, which, though we could not see (from whence it came, addressed us in this manner: "If you would find the Goddess of Grace, seek her not under one form, for she assumes a thousand. (42) Ever changing under the eye of inspection, her variety, rather than her figure, is pleasing. (43) In contemplating her beauty, the eye glides over every perfection with giddy delight, and, capable of fixing nowhere, is charmed with the whole. (44) She is now Contemplation with solemn look, again Compassion with humid eye; she now sparkles with joy, soon every feature speaks distress; her looks at times invite our approach, at others repress our presumption; the goddess can not be properly called beautiful under any one of these forms, but by combining them all she becomes irresistibly pleasing." (45) Adieu. lie PAUL REVERE'S RIDE. (1) Listen, my children, and you shall hear Who remembers that famous day and year. (2) He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower, as a signal light,-~ (3) Then he said, "Good night!" and with muffled oar Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore, Just as the moon rose over the bay, A phantom ship, with each mast and spar And a huge black hulk, that was magnified (4) Meanwhile, his friend through alley and street, (5) Then he climbed to the tower of the church, And startled the pigeons from their perch (6) Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead, In their night-encampment on the hill, Wrapped in silence so deep and still That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread, End. Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread (8) Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride, (9) Now he patted his horse's side, Lonely and spectral and sombre and still. (11) He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns, (12) A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, That was all! (13) And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, (14) He has left the village and mounted the steep, And under the alders, that skirt its edge, (15) It was twelve by the village clock (17) It was one by the village clock, And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would look upon. |