"And look!" said the venerable lord Beechwood (long the most celebrated critic of female beauty and propriety) "look, with what undaunted effrontery she stands in her shameless gossamer drapery, as if braving the striking contrast!—yes, close by that darling of Hebe, the most lovely offspring of innocence and beauty, clad by celestial modesty's own hand; and, like the unconscious rose, unobtrusively stands the pride of the garden; yet blushing in sweetness and unrivalled beauty!"

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"For all the world," cried a young far"like a beautiful little lamb without blemish, whom every man, that had any heart, would wish to take to his bosom to shelter from harm, and cherish with tenderness and the best of every thing his farm afforded."

"And a good thing too, Dick," exclaimed another half-inebriated freeholder, "to shelter her from that there ravening wolf in sheep's clothing-no, dang it, I means in no clothing at all-who might do her a mischief out of jealousyship, having a hankering for the same shepherd: but, dang it! were I the shepherd, I'd set my dog to bark her out of the fold. I'd be bamboozled no

second time by no such sly puss, when such a sweet beautiful lass as that there other were to be had."

Fitzroy, not finding his situation very comfortable here, changed his place, but not the general conversation, which still assailed his ears in every direction, in condemnation of the indelicacy of lady Enderfield's dress, and boldness of deportment; and in panegyrics upon Julia's captivating modesty, grace, and beauty.

"But why, Mr. Alderman,” cried a smart young buck parson, to one of the corporation of Z. "why so illiberally abusive of this lady, who, all the time, exhibits as a virtue?"

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"A virtue!" exclaimed the alderman, indignantly; "now, d-n me, if you can, with all your learning, extract a particle of virtue out of her, or any of her hollowhearted race, who all lived by their wits, and throve upon the oil of their subtile tongues."

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She appears as truth, Mr. Alderman,” replied the young curate, chuckling at his "Is not truth a virtue? and is

own wit.

not truth ever delineated unattired ?"

"You may be right," returned the al

"And look!" said the venerable lord Beechwood (long the most celebrated critic of female beauty and propriety) "look, with what undaunted effrontery she stands in her shameless gossamer drapery, as if braving the striking contrast !-yes, close by that darling of Hebe, the most lovely offspring of innocence and beauty, clad by celestial modesty's own hand; and, like the unconscious rose, unobtrusively stands the pride of the garden; yet blushing in sweetness and unrivalled beauty!"

"For all the world," cried a young farmer, "like a beautiful little lamb without blemish, whom every man, that had any heart, would wish to take to his bosom to shelter from harm, and cherish with tenderness and the best of every thing his farm afforded."

"And a good thing too, Dick," exclaimed another half-inebriated freeholder, "to shelter her from that there ravening wolf in sheep's clothing-no, dang it, I means in no clothing at all-who might do her a mischief out of jealousy ship, having a hankering for the same shepherd: but, dang it! were I the shepherd, I'd set my dog to bark her out of the fold. I'd be bamboozled no

second time by no such sly puss, when such a sweet beautiful lass as that there other were to be had."

Fitzroy, not finding his situation very comfortable here, changed his place, but not the general conversation, which still assailed his ears in every direction, in condemnation of the indelicacy of lady Enderfield's dress, and boldness of deportment; and in panegyrics upon Julia's captivating modesty, grace, and beauty.

"But why, Mr. Alderman,” cried a smart young buck parson, to one of the corporation of Z. "why so illiberally abusive of this lady, who, all the time, exhibits as a virtue ?"

"A virtue!" exclaimed the alderman, indignantly; "now, d-n me, if you can, with all your learning, extract a particle of virtue out of her, or any of her hollowhearted race, who all lived by their wits, and throve upon the oil of their subtile tongues."

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She appears as truth, Mr. Alderman,” replied the young curate, chuckling at his "Is not truth a virtue? and is

own wit.

not truth ever delineated unattired?"

"You may be right," returned the al

derman, in his turn smirking at his own conceits; "for she verifies the old proverb of Truth may be blamed, but cannot be shamed;' for here every one condemns her; but the d-1 himself could not make her blush."

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There, there she be, Dan!" cried the elder of the two young farmers, bustling and elbowing their way through the ranks to get a look at Julia. "There she be, standing nigh that there painted wench with no clothes to her back!"

"Ay, Sim! I see the sweet creature," returned the other. "Lord love her! how mortal pratty she be, Sim!"

"Ben't she, Dan! But had you seen her as I did (when I slipt up to say, how be yau, feather?) quite melancholic loike, when all the great gentlemen had forsaken her; and more shame for them, Dan! Had I been a gentleman, I would not have done so for nobody."

"No more would not I, Sim."

"Wull, so melancholic loike she sat, until doctor Sudnum comed with a sandy dray; when her face perked up in a minute, to smiles so sweet, and such pratty dimples; and the roses blowed brighter on her cheek,