1792 from Isabella to Albert. 12g 
What's female beauty, but a ray divine, 
Through which the mind’s all gentle graces fhine? 
They, like the sun, irradiate ali between: 
The body charms, because the soul is seem 
Hence men are often captives of a face, 
They kaow not why, of no peculiar grace: 
Some forms, though bright, no mortal man can bear 5 
Some, none resist, though not exceeding fair. Younc. 
If then you with to pofsefs this enviable charm, 
you must attend to the operations of the mind, re- 
gardlefs of those cosmetics which can only add a 
temporary lustre to the fkin. Check the very begin- 
nings of every harfh and disorderly pafsion; for it as 
‘infallibly will mark the countenance as the stroke of 
a painter’s bruth would mark the pannels of a room ; 
but unfortunately it cannot be so soon effaced. Eve- 
ry time that such pafsions tyrannise over the heart, 
they make frefh imprefsions on the countenance; so 
that those who indulge them oiten, and to a high 
degree, come to have these disorderly affections so 
strongly perceptible in the general exprefsion of 
the countenance, as to prove extremely disagreeable ; 
while the person whose mind is ever at peace,—who 
has no with but to promote the welfare of others, 
’who delights in acts of beneficence, whose purity 
of mind is preserved by a continued contemplation 
on the ineffable perfections ofthe supreme Being, 
whose hopes “are excited and fears allayed by the 
prospect of a blefsed immortality, feels at all times 
such an unaffected calmnefs of mind, as to throw in- 
to the whole countenance a mild glow of beneficence, 
which is continually serene, and ineffably pleasing 
to contemplate.”—While fhe uttered this Iast part ° 
of the sentence, her countenance glowed with a holy 
