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Now, here is another whose profile is straight and soft as 

 that of a Greek statue; her figure is slender, tall, almost 

 thin ; her hair is brown ; her eyes, of a luminous hazel, shed 

 nothing but timid and furtive glances from beneath their 

 long beautifully-pencilled lashes ; she is mild and gentle ; she 

 really loves repose — the shade of willows by the side of a 

 murmuring stream ; she is really capable of profound, eternal, 

 timid and concealed love. 



It is a great chance, however, as she happens to be a bru- 

 nette, if she has not been taught that ^e must be lively, 

 sparkling, and joyous; but the least that can happen — if both 

 be not compelled to play a part which nature never intended 

 them for — the least that can happen is, that both will be 

 alike : the first will assume a mark that resembles the second, 

 the second will exaggerate her manners and bearing in imita- 

 tion of the first. 



Both are charming as God placed them on the earth; both 

 are disgaised and have become a falsehood. 



Take twenty young men and set them talking; all have 

 the same tastes, all carry their canes in the same manner, aU 

 speak lightly of love and women, aU profess to seek rather 

 than avoid quarrels and duels, and to love fiery horses, strong 

 liquors, and potent tobacco. 



It wiU not be before an acquaintance of some duration, 

 that you will discover that one of these young men is a 

 youth of soft sensibility, who was two years before he could 

 summon resolution to slip into the hand of the girl he loves 

 some verses, in which he softened down and diluted as much 

 as possible the sentiments which fiU his heart. 



That other loves quiet and meditation, and can pour out 

 his full heart in beautiful verses and delicious melodies. 



Again, a third really dreams of nothing but peace and 

 universal fraternity ; he, naturally, would preach and practise 

 concord. 



Are you not satisfied that each of these, separately, is pre- 

 ferable to the common type upon which all aim to model 

 themselves ? 



My creed is not very bitter as regards the wicked ; I do 

 not require them to be exterminated, any more than I would 

 pull up my beautiful foxglove, or my splendid thorn-apple ; 



