18. COWLEY.

Through his youthful face

Wrath checks the beauty, and sheds manly grace; Both in his looks so join'd that they might move, Fear ev'n in friends, and from an enemy love.

19. CONGREVE.

What's he who with contracted brow,

And sullen port, glooms downward with his eyes;
At once regardless of his chains or liberty?
He shuns my kindness;

And with haughty mien, and stern civility,
Dumbly declines all offices: if he speak,

"Tis scarce above a word: as he were born
Alone to do, and did disdain to talk,

At least to talk where he must not command.

Mourning Bride.

In

20. SHAKESPEARE.

peace there's nothing so becomes a man

As modest stillness and humility:

But when the blast of war blows in our ears,

Then imitate the action of the tiger;

Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,

Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;

Let it pry through the portage of the head

Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it, As fearfully as doth a galled rock

O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,

Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.

Now set the teeth, and stretch the noştril wide, Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit To his full height.

21. DR. WALCOTT.

people who are innocent indeed,

Henry V.

Never look down, so black, and scratch the head; But, tipp'd with confidence, their noses tilt, Replying with an unembarrass'd front;

Bold to the charge, and fix'd to stand the brunt.

Truth is a tow'ring dame-divine her air;

In native bloom she walks the world with state:

But Falsehood is a meretricious fair,

Painted and mean, and shuffling in her gait;

Dares not look up with Resolution's mien,
But sneaking hides, and hopes not to be seen;

For ever haunted by a doubt

That all the world will find her out.

Again-there's honesty in eyes,

That shrinking show when tongues tell lies—

Works.

But I am compelled, however reluctantly, to stay my hand, else I might extend their testimonies to almost any length; for there is scarcely a writer extant, of ancient or of modern times, that has not, directly or indirectly contributed his mite of evidence to attest the truth of this inestimable science. I will, therefore, wind up this mighty mass of testimony, by a brief view of what may be termed The Physiognomical Language of Common Conversation.

My labour, if that which is so pleasing may be so named, with respect to this part of the subject, has already been partially anticipated, in various parts of the foregoing pages; and, indeed, very little need be added here.

Scarcely a day passes over, in which we

have the least intercourse with mankind, that does not afford some colloquial proof that there is not a single man who actually disbelieves the truth of Physiognomy. It enters into all our concerns-it is the first guide and direction in every transaction between man and man; and between man and his Maker.

In the language of Physiognomy, the religionist adores the majesty of heaven-deprecates the divine justice-supplicates mercy -expresses his hopes, his fears-his joys, and his sorrows. When oppressed by the corroding cares and perplexities of a sinful world; or, when his heart sinks within him in the contemplation of his own manifold infirmities, he seeks relief in the light of God's countenance, and "intreats the face of the Lord his God."

When the conscience is clear of guilt, then is the good man said to "lift up his face without spot;" but "the eyes of the wicked fail." "Who is the wise man?" said Solomon,

" and

who knoweth the interpretation of a thing? a

man's wisdom maketh his face to shine, and the boldness of his face shall be changed." The afflicted man of Uz winds up the climax of the indignities which he experienced at the - hands of those ungrateful wretches, whom, in his posterity, he had fed and nourished, by declaring, as the greatest affront they could offer him, that they spared not even to " spit in his face." Is it not owing to a sort of intuitive feeling of respect for this science, that we uniformly regard an action of that kind, as the greatest possible insult that can be heaped upon us? It is because we feel, that in affronting the face, we scandalize the whole man.

So also, when Isaiah described the predicted sufferings of the Messiah, he said "his visage was so marred more than any man's, and his form more than the woes of man," doubtless, prophetically alluding to the abominable mockery of him, when his enemies sneeringly "bowed their knees, and worshipped him," after having "smote him on the head with a reed, and spit upon him."