his heart sincerely loves dear wo

man.

"There's no motion

That tends to vice in man, but I affirm, It is the woman's part.

Shakspeare's "Cymbeline.” "She is a woman, and the ways unto her Are like the finding of a certain path After a deep-fall'n snow

-O, my conscience, The world's end and the goodness of a

woman

Will come together."

Beaumont and Fletcher's "Woman's
Prize."

"Or I'm a very dunce or womankind
Is a most unintelligible thing:
I can no sense nor no contexture find
Nor their loose parts to method bring;
I know not what the learn'd may see,
But they're strange Hebrew things to
me."
Cowley's "Mistress."

"He who to worth in woman overtrust[brook;

ing Lets her will rule, restraint she will not And left to herself, if evil thence ensue, She first his weak indulgence will

accuse.

"

Woman to man first as a blessing

given When innocence and love were in their prime;

Happy a while in Paradise they lay,
But quickly woman long'd to go astray;
Some foolish new adventure needs must
prove,
[her love;

And the first devil she saw, she chang'd
To his temptations, lewdly she inclin'd
Her soul, and for an apple damn'd man-
kind. Otway's "Orphan.”
"For 'tis in vain to think to guess,
At women by appearances;
That paint and patch their imperfections
Of intellectual complexions,

And daub their tempers o'er with washes
As artificial as their faces;

Wear under visor masks their talents
And mother wits before their gallants,
Until they're hamper'd in the noose,
Too fast to dream of breaking loose,
Then all the flaws she strove to hide,
Are made unready with the bride,
That with her wedding clothes undresses
Her complaisance and gentilesses."

Butler's "Hudibras."

"A set of phrases learnt by rote,
A passion for a scarlet coat;
When at a play to laugh or cry,
Never to hold her tongue a minute,
Yet cannot tell the reason why:
While all she prates has nothing in it.
Whole hours can with a coxcomb sit,
And take his nonsense all for wit.-
For conversation well endued,
She calls it witty to be rude,
And placing raillery in railing,
Will tell aloud your greatest failing—
In party furious to her power,
A bitter Whig, or Tory sour;
Her arguments directly tend,
Against the side she would defend.—

If chance a mouse creep in her sight,
Can finely counterfeit a fright:
So sweetly screams if it come near her,
She ravishes all hearts to hear her.—

If Molly happens to be careless,
And but neglects to warm her hair-lace,
She gets a cold as sure as death,
And vows she scarce can fetch her
breath;

Admires how modest woman can,
Be so robustious like a man.

Detached parts of Swift's " Furniture of a Woman's mind;" and for similar passages, see his Poetical works pas

sim.

To covet flying, and regret when lost: At last, to follies Youth could scarce de

And yet in female scales a Fop outweighs, And Wit must wear the willow with the

bays. Young's "Satires." Bishop Warburton used to say (and has expressed nearly the same sentiment in his commentary on Pope) "that two of the rarest things in the world to meet with, were a disinterested man, and a woman that had common sense;" and in a note on Milton's

"With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown,"

he observes that,

"The vine is here called gadding because being married to the elm, like other wives, she is fond of gadding abroad and seeking a new associate."

"Women are only children of a larger growth; they have an entertaining tattle and sometimes wit; but for solid, reasoning, good sense, I never in my life knew one that had it, or who reasoned or acted consequentially for four and twenty hours together."

Lord Chesterfield's "Letters." "It is certain, whatever be the cause, that female goodness seldom keeps its ground, against laughter, flattery, or fashion." Johnson's "Rambler."

"Three things a wise man will not trust,

The wind, the sunshine of an April day, And woman's plighted faith. I have beheld,

The weathercock upon the steeple's point [seen

Steady from morn to eve, and I have The bees go out upon a sunny morn Secure the sunshine would not end in showers,

But when was woman true?

Southey's "Madox.”.

Mr. URBAN, Berner's-street, July21. N taking up your last Magazine, a few days ago, at a friend's house in the country, I was amused by opening on my own name in a Letter in which "Detector," (p. 536.) accuses me of plagiarism from Mr. Polwhele's "Local Attachment." Unfortunately for the zeal of your Correspondent, I had never before heard of that production of his Muse, and I trust, that those who take the trouble of comparing the passages, will agree with me, that the resemblance is about as close as between "Macedon and Monmouth."-There is a volcano in each! The love of our native soil, instinctive in every bosom, and by creative wisdom strongest in those barren regions which would else allure but few, is among the

common fields of sentiment which must have been trodden by almost every poet, and where all believe themselves licensed to wander at pleasure. But in the present instance, the theft (if there be one) is not from any of my brethren of the Lyre, but from Spallanzani, who, in the page preceding the lines quoted by "Detec tor," is acknowledged as my autho

-As soon

Seek roses in December, ice in June; Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff,

Believe a woman, or an epitaph.

Scotch Reviewers."

Veils" was published by Mr. Murray in May 1815.

ELEANOR ANNE PORDEN.

are very wide, and in most of them there is a clear stream running along the side of the footpath, which is well paved with flat stones. There are two very long streets, which intersect each other, and there are many excellent houses and shops. The market-place is uncommonly large and spacious, surrounded with beautiful houses, and a noble town-hall. On a market day there is no convenience of cover, but every thing for sale is exhibited under stalls, as in a country fair. The environs of Salisbury are extremely pleasant. From the neigbouring hills, you command a fine prospect of the city; and in the valley the walks are very agreeable round it; particularly one by the vil lage of Harnham, where the main river, the Avon, flows in.

June 27, which was a very fine day, I took a chaise to Old Sarum. The remains of its ancient grandeur are inconceivably majestic, though there are neither walls or house standing on the towering and desolated mount. From thence to Wilton: walked over the noble house, which, though abounding in scenes of ancient and modern art, did not please me like the noble scenes of nature, exhibited from and round the Paladian bridge. After tea walked over Wilton, which is a small and decent place the carpet manufac turers had left work. At one of the Churches in Salisbury, where I attended prayers on a Wednesday, the clerk read the first lesson, and also read aloud the list of sick persons to be prayed for. One thing more I observed in the city with concern, which is, the extreme poverty of the lower sort of people; the children of the poor, great boys and girls, run about strects in a very uncomfortable state of wretchedness, and know not the luxury of shoes and stockings. Fashions travel slowly among the middling sort of people: I saw many farmers wives and daughters attending the markets, both here and at Gloucester, smart women, in dresses that were smart and fashionable in Kent at least seven years ago.

July 3. Left Salisbury about ten; dined at Rumsey; the Church there is a wonderful building, the height of the ailes, the grandeur of the antique arches rising high one above another, and the mixture of the Saxon and Gothic style, is strikingly remarkable.

There remains here a crucifixionstone, large as life, with a hand as coming out of the clouds over its head: it is very perfect, as it escaped unnoticed by the fanatical reformers, who did much damage in other parts of the Church. Reached Southampton about five. Took lodgings in the High-street, and staid in this elegant place five days; during this time I was much and often amused with the views of the water from the gravel walk which leads to the ferry, and with the deep bed of the canal, now forming, and the tunnel under, round above a mile. Dr. Hill, the minister of Holyrood Church, shewed me every obliging attention, and led me to the chapel of God's House. In Southampton I met with much painted glass in a large window of a decent house; which I was obligingly permitted to examine at my leisure : it was in Beugle-street.

July 8. Left Southampton at nine : dined at Havant; reached Chichester soon after two. In the course of the journey had a full and pleasant view of the harbour, shipping, and town of Portsmouth, with a very near view of the Castle of Portchester. After resting awhile at Chichester, went to the Cathedral, and staid service, and then visited the repository of the Duke of Richmond's family, the domus ultima very improperly so called. In the evening walked over this elegant city, and along the very pleasing walk, formed and gravelled, round a great part of the old walls, and shaded by most majestic trees.

July 10. After breakfast had the pleasing sight of the West Kent Mifitia marching in, and saw the ceremony of the colours delivered in at the balcony of the inn, while the loyal and animating air of God Save the King was played. At twelve left Chichester in a stage for Brighton, where I arrived at half-past six. After tea, walked along the shore, and about this beautiful place.

July 11. Spent much of this day in the promenade grove, an elegant and rural scene.

July 12. Left Brighthelmstone about ten: to Lewes; walked over the bridge, and turning to the left, under the high cliffs, had a fine view of the town from the meadows. In the afternoon, to the ruins of the castle.