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SHALL I DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER?

LADY.

Pause not, gentle lady, now,

Awful hands have marked thy brow.

STERLING-Joan D'Arc.

1.

SHALL I DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER?

LADY.

'OU love deep musings, and your ardent soul Oft leaps from heaven to earth in reverie.

MRS. DOWNING-Satan in Love.

2. You love your fireside and hate gadding.

J. H. PAYNE.

3. A bud that is born for Summer's soft skies, But left to stern Winter unfoldeth and dies. BARRY CORNWALL.

4. The tear whose source you could not guess, The deep sigh that seemed fatherless,

Were yours in early days.

WORDSWORTH.

5. Smiles you have that tell of sunny feeling,
Only smiles like yours such feeling tell;
Touch the chord of grief, and at the spell,
Tears of love and innocence are stealing.

J. G. PERCIVAL.

6. The queen of loveliness, thou art no less The queen of modesty and maiden grace.

W. G. SIMMS.

7. Whether is your beauty by your words divine, Or are your words sweet chaplain to your beauty? Like as the wind doth beautify a sail,

And as a sail becomes the unseen wind,

So do your words your beauties, beauty words.
AUTHOR UNKNOWN-Edward the Third, 1507.

8. You talk of politics or prayers,

Of Southey's prose, or Wordsworth's sonnets;

Of daggers or of dancing bears,

Of battles or the last new bonnets.

PRAED-Belle of the Ball.

9. In your utmost lightness there is truth,-and often

you speak lightly,

And

you have a grace

in being gay, which mourn

ers even approve;

For the root of some grave earnest thought is understruck so rightly,

As to justify the foliage and the waving flowers

above.

MISS BARRETT-The Lady Geraldine.

10. A maiden meek, with solemn, steadfast eyes
Full of eternal constancy and faith,

And smiling lips, through whose soft portal sighs
Truth's holy voice, with every balmy breath,

So journey you along life's crowded way,

Keeping your soul's sweet counsel from all sight;

Nor pomp, nor vanity, lead you astray,

Nor aught that men call dazzling, fair, and bright.

11. Pure, pure is your maiden heart,

And ne'er a thought o' sin

FANNY KEMBLE.

Durst venture there-an angel dwells
Its borders a' within.

14. A mind whose chords, like the Æolian harp, Respondeth to the lightest breeze that sighs.

CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH-The Garden.

15. Thou, lady, in the prime of earliest youth

Wisely hast shunned the broadway and the green,
And with those few art eminently seen,
That labor up the hill of heavenly truth.

MILTON.

16. Thou dost live for others, thou hast found Thyself most blest when all were blest around.

S. G. BULFINCH.