186 TIGHT. SHOES, STAYS, AND CRAVATS. 



parts which Providence had formed so true in 

 their proportions, and of such charming sym- 

 metry ? That fine black eye, expressive of a 

 noble soul within, has lost its wonted bright- 

 ness ; those feet no longer move with firmness ; 

 the frame can barely keep from drooping. In 

 a few weeks more, a close confinement to the 

 bedroom will shut out the last sweet carol of 

 the nightingale and lark. 



" That face, alas ! no more is fair ; 

 Those lips have lost their red ; 

 Those cheeks no longer roses bear, 

 And every charm is fled." 



THE END. 



London : 



Printed by A. Spottiswoode, 

 New-Street-Square, 



