186 TIGHT SHOES, STAYS, AND CRAVATS. parts which Providence had formed so true in their proportions, and of such charming symmetry? That fine black eye, expressive of a noble soul within, has lost its wonted brightness; those feet no longer move with firmness; the frame can barely keep from drooping. In a few weeks more, a close confinement to the bedroom will shut out the last sweet carol of the nightingale and lark. "That face, alas! no more is fair; Those lips have lost their red; THE END. LONDON: Printed by A. SPOTTISWOODE, |