Miss El-y

To neatness of person this young lady fine face, shaded with fine dark hair, Far eyes!—Aye !—here are your eyes:

Eyes which emanate desire, Pour forth glowing sparkling fire.

Her eyes are dark, with that eagled keenness, which usually attends that coloured eye; not, however, without the mixture of the archness of the hawk’s. Her mouth is small and pretty, and if one were in a poetic humour, it might be compared to a rose-bud, not yet all blown. Her teeth are even, polished and white; her leg and foot elegant. But what are all these to her other perfections? A peculiar ease and elegance, destitute alike of every thing tawdry and vulgar, directed by the greatest good sense, make every one who visit her peculiarly happy. Her behaviour in company has all the aullrements, all the charms to be found any where; and as to her other qualifications – experto crede.