saw such a skin-such lovely red and white!-You would be delighted with her industry. I assure you, she has herself invented (which I tried myself) a wash for the neck, greatly superior to Warran's milk of roses, and also an excellent paste for the hands. She makes the very prettiest card purses you ever saw. As to the two youngest, whom you enquire after, I have not seen them a long time; but I have changed their boarding-school: for that stupid woman where they were, Mrs. Strictland, taught them nothing in the world, but reading English, and plainwork: I have, therefore, removed the poor things from such a scene of dullness, to Mrs. Delamot's famous French school; and one great motive for doing so was, that there is the very best dancing-master in England. I am sorry, however, to tell you, that Charlotte continues still fat and short, and I greatly fear that she will be a very clumsy woman. As to Louisa, your god-daughter, I grieve to say, that her features grow like those of her father; her skin is lamentable; still as brown as a Creolian. I am quite unhappy too about her shape!" Alas! little reason had this vain ridicalous mother to rejoice in the accomplishments of her Caroline; as the miserable girl (educated only to allure) at the age of eighteen became the prey of a vile libertine, with whom (being a married man) she eloped to France, and died soon after, equally wretched and infamous.

As to dress, an elegant simplicity is to be preferred to a load of finery and tawdry ornaments. Many women little imagine how much dress is expressive of their characters; vanity, levity, sluttishness, often appear through it. An old Spanish proverb says, "Tell me what books a man reads, and what company he keeps, and I will tell you what manner of man he is ;" but I think we may with greater propriety say, Tell me how such a one dresses, and I will tell you what sort of man he is. It would be a more certain way to discover the secret bias of each person; it is a kind of index to the mind. Upon the stage you see the most exact and strictest attention is paid to what they call dressing their characters. The fop has his solitaire, the Quaker her pinched cap and little black hood, the courtezan is decked with every tawdry ornament to allure. The most perfect elegance of dress appears always most easy, and the least studied. Women ought to accustom themselves to an habitual neatness. The finest woman in the world shews her beauty most by endeavouring to conceal it.

It is impossible a woman can too much study the taste of her husband; and she must likewise endeavour to excel in those amusements which he most approves. The sex should consider this great point. Be it books, music, &c. remember there is no little accomplishment, however trifling, but it becomes important when it conduces to the amusement of a husband. Never did the charming Mrs. P appear in so amiable a light, as when having entertained her company with one of the finest Italian songs ever composed, she declared that she had taken no small pains in the acquisition of it, "because," said she with a smile, "it is my husband's favourite." He gave her a look of inexpressible tenderness. Of all the movements of a generous soul, those secret emanations of kindness are the greatest and most affecting, which the obliger does not put on the score of gratitude. Married persons do not in general consider enough these little delicate attentions. As the most exquisite performance in music derives its greatest beauty from those inexpressibly delicate touches of harmony, and secret combinations of taste, joined with execution, which are only to be felt, but not described; so does this obliging elegance of behaviour polish every other quality, and diffuse an ineffable grace over every look and action; it is, in short, the perfection of taste in life and manners; it is virtue, and every excellence it its most graceful form.

It is imagined (I know not why) that when a woman is married, she is to banish every agreeable accomplishment, and that nothing but the most sad and melancholy duties are to take place. I have always observed (nay it is proverbial) that, for instance, music and singing, after marriage, are soon neglected and laid aside; even where the lady has particularly excelled in those charming accomplishments. But I would ask, is this politic? Can we be astonished that when a man sees nothing but a kind of melancholy solemnity reign in his home, that he should seek diversions abroad? or that the generality of men should not be inclined to embrace a state which they think so disagreeable? How often do we hear a young married woman, when asked to sing or play, exclaim, "Sing! no-my singing days are now over: I am now married; a wife has something else to do than to mind such `triffes!" By the way, this is no great compliment to the husband: in fact, he sees that the everlasting excuse of the management of family affairs is merely a pretence for no longer endeavouring to render herself amiable.

EPITAPH IN A NORTHERN CHURCH-YARD.-The stone is very handsome-a man is represented on his back, in a recumbent posture, and a woman represented kneeling at his feet. The inscription is: "" Lady Keeling, obit 7th January, 1666; Sir John Keeling, obit 10th March, 1666." Below, on a black marble slab, placed there (it says) by their affectionate nephew, are the following lines:

"Here lies Sir John Keeling,

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"By his side, his wife a-kneeling;

"When both were alive, and had their feeling,
"She was lying, and he was kneeling."

LORD NELSON.-When this great man commanded the British fleet, then laying at anchor in Palermo Roads, island of Sicily, in the year 1799, a seaman applied to him for redress in, what he he thought, a serious case. "Please your lordship, Mr. has ravished my wife, against her will." "That's a bad job," said the admiral, “but, if I recollect right, she has been ravished twenty times within these four years, and so she must be used to it.""I hope your lordship will punish him?" said the supplicant. "There is no article of war which will authorise me in doing so, but I will tell you one thing, if he ravishes you, I'll hang him up at the yard-arm immediately."

Poetry,

[ORIGINAL AND SELECT.]

COKE IN THE COMMONS;

Or, a Norfolk Dumpling for those who can swallow it.

That COKE's a fiery thing, we know,

But seldom kindles into flame;
It sheds around a charming glow,
Invigorates and nerves the frame.

The compact 'twixt Coke and Coal
Is very close-is very clever-
Intemperate flames will sometimes rol!,

While Freedom lights the pile for ever.

Thus COKE, of Norfolk, often still,
Can blaze out when his nature pleases,
And give the Ministers their fill

Of foul Corruption's tainted breezes.

"Corrupt's the House!" said honest COKE;
"Things never were at such a pass"-
"We're all blown up, beyond a joke,"
Cried DERRY, "if he lights his Gas!"
Then "Order!-Order !-previous Question!"
Is cried, while statesmen's gowns are rumpling,
"Bitter to swallow, and hard of digestion,
"We find the Cook's d-d Norfolk dumpling !"

A MOVING IMPROMPTU,
Attributed to Joseph Hume, Esq. M. P.
Says HUME, from pure love,

For papers I'll move,

"Till for papers there's no more occasion :

If the House I can't move,

Outside I will prove

I have power to MOVE the whole nation!

A WORD TO THE

AGRICULTURAL INTERESTS;

Or, Derry and Van's projected Tax upon Harrows.

"I could a tale unfold,

"Whose lightest words would harrow up thy soul."-Shakspeare,

"What is that thing," said L-nd-ry,

"Whose iron teeth tears up the ground,
""Tis ns'd by rustics, blithe and merry,
"And known to all the Farmers round?"

"'Tis call'd a harrow," says old Van,
"Why, yes," said Pat, and scratch'd his poll,
"I've felt it;-for, on Shakspeare's plan,
"I swear it 'Harrows up the soul.'"

Cried Pat, "To please the country boors,
"Can we not tax it-it will bring
"A balance of some thousand scores

"For thee, and me, and G―e the K―g.”

On the Solitary Confinement arbitrarily inflicted upon HENRY HUNT.

"There are lawless houses under the law !"-ROMILLY.