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;
Those cheeks no longer roses bear,
And every charm is fled."

THE END.

LONDON:

Printed by A. SPOTTISWOODE,
New Street-Square.

London: Printed by Manning and Mason, Ivy-lane, St. Paul's.