lover guillotined in the Revolution. And the thing may have been so; although one meets every where with old maids who have been pretty, and whose lovers have not been guillotined; and although Mademoiselle Thérèse has not, to do her justice, the least in the world the air of a heroine crossed in love. The thing may be so; but I doubt it much. I rather suspect our fair Demoiselle of having been in her youth a little, a very little, the least in the world of a flirt. Even during her residence at Burley-Hatch, bath not she indulged in divers very distant, very discreet, very decorous, but still very evident flirtations. Did not Doctor Abdy, the portly, ruddy schoolmaster of B., dangle after her for three mortal years, holidays excepted! And did not she refuse him at last? And Mr. Foreclose, the thin, withered, wrinkled solicitor, a man, so to say, smoke-dried, who comes down every year to Burley for air, did not he do suit and service to her during four long vacations, with the same ill success? Was not Sir Thomas himself a little smitten? Nay even now, does not the good major, a halting veteran of seventy—but really it is too bad to tell tales out of the parish--all that is certain is, that Mademoiselle Thérèse might have changed her name, long before now, had she so chosen; and it is most probable that she will never change it at all Her household consists of Betsy, a cherry-cheeked, blue-eyed country lass, brought up by herself, who, with a full clumsy figure, and a fair, innocent, unmeaning countenance, copies as closely as these obstacles will permit, the looks and gestures of her alert and vivatious mistress, and as even caught her broken English; of a fat lap-dog called Fido, silky, sleepy and sedate ; and a beautiful white Spanish ass, called Donnabella, an animal docile and spirited, far beyond the generality of that despised race, who draws her little donky-chaise half the country over, runs to her the moment she sees her, and eats roses, bread and apples from her hand; but who, accustomed to be fed and groomed, harnessed and driven only by females, resists and rebels the moment she is approached by the rougher sex; has overturned more boys, and kicked more men, than any donkey in the kingdom; and has acquired such a character for restiveness amongst the grooms in the neighbourhood, that when Mademoiselle Thérèse goes out to dinner, Betsy is fain to go with her to drive Donnabella home again, and to return to fetch her in the evening. If every body is delighted to receive this most welcome visitor, so is every body delighted to accept her graceful invitations, and meet to eat strawberries at Burley-Hatch. Oh, how pleasant are those summer afternoons, sitting under the blossomed limes, with the sun shedding a golden light through the broad branches, the bees murmuring over head, roses and lilies all about us, and the choicest fruit served up in wicker baskets of her own making-itself a picture! the guests looking so pleased and happy, and the kind hostess the gayest and happiest of all. Those are pleasant evenings; nor are her little winter parties less agreeable, when to two or three female friends assembled round their coffee, she will tell thrilling anecdotes of that terrible Revolution, so fertile in great crimes and great virtues; or gayer stories of the brilliant days preceding that convulsion, the days which Madame de Genlis has described so well, when Paris was the capital of pleasure, and amusement the business of life; illustrating her descriptions by a series of spirited drawings of costumes and characters done by herself, and always finishing by producing a group of Louis Seize, Marie Antoinette, the Dauphin, and Madame Elizabeth, as she had last seen them at Versailles, the only recollection that ever brings tears into her smiling eyes. Mademoiselle Thérèse's loyalty to the Bourbons, is in truth a very real feeling. Her family had been about the court, and she had imbibed an enthusiasm for the royal sufferers, natural to a young and a warm heart; she loved the Bourbons, and hated Napoleon with like ardour. All her other French feelings had for some time been a little modified. She was not quite so sure as she had been, that France was the only country, and Paris the only city of the world; that Shakspeare was a barbarian, and Milton no poet; that the perfume of English limes, was nothing compared to French orange trees; that the sun never shone in England; and that sea-coal fires were bad things, She still, indeed, would occasionally make these assertions, especially if she dared to make them-but her faith in them was shaken. Her loyalty to her legitimate king, was however as strong as ever, and that loyalty had nearly cost us our dear Mademoiselle. After the Restoration, she hastened as fast as steamboat and dilligence could carry her, to enjoy the delight of seeing once more the Bourbons at the Thuilleries; took leave, between smiles and tears, of her friends, and Burley-Hatch, carrying with her a branch of the lime tree, then in blossom, and commissioning her old lover, Mr. Foreclose, to dispose of the cottage: but in less than three months, luckily before Mr. Foreclose had found a purchaser, Mademoiselle Thérèse came home again. She complained of nobody; but times were altered. The house in which she was born was pulled down; Madame did not remember her (she had probably never heard of her in her life); the king did not know her again (poor man! he had not seen her for these thirty years); Paris was a new city; the French were a new people; she missed the sea-coal fire; and for the stunted orange trees at the Thuilleries, what were they compared with the blossomed limes of Burley-Hatch! Literary Souvenir. TRANSLATION FROM THE ANTIGONE OF SOPHOCLES. Gk. Edit. Brunk. Line 890, Oh tomb, oh bridal bed, oh dreary cave,- And last of all that dear departed throng, But yet one gleam illumes my cheerless breast, Because with garlands I thy body strew'd, And now thy wretched fate in silence mourn, Unsung in nuptial choirs, he leads me here, 0. Obs. Antigone was sentenced to this doom for burying her Brother Polynices, whom Creon the King of Thebes, had ordered to be exposed on the field of Battle. She was at the time betrothed to the King's Son. NOTICE. By favour of Capt. Sutton, an altar-piece has been brought from Lisbon for the Catholic Chapel of Falmouth, a permission having been obtained from the government for it to pass into this port duty free. The subject of the painting is the crucifixion. It posseses considerable merit for the anatomical skill display. ed by the artist in the execution of this difficult branch of the art. The picture is now fixed over the altar with a view of inspiring the beholder with religions sentiments, it is calculated to impress on the mind. TOUTE FEMME EST BONNE A QUELQUE CHOSE. Un particulier voyageant, passa par nn village où il vit une jeune fille de la figure la plus Irideuse. Il la demande en mariage. Son père, qui étoit nn homiête homme, et qui ne vonloit tromper personne, Ini dit: Monsieur, vous n'avez peut étre pas remarqué que ma fille est extrêmement laide.--Pardonnez moi, je l'ai vn, et cela m'est égal. Et qui pis est, je n'ai rien á lui donner. Ce n'est pas ce qui m'in quiète. Mais elle est bossue par devaut et parderrière. Voila ce que je deinande. Sa peau ressemble à du chagrin. J'en suis bien aise. Elle n'a point de nez. Fort bien. Elle n'a guère que trois pieds de haut. Encore mieux. Elle a les jambes en faucille, et les talons en dehors. A merveille. Tenez, je vois qu il ne vous faut rien cacher; elle est presque muerte et tout à fait sourde. Est il possible? vous me ravissez; il y a long tems que je cherche ane femune formicé sur ce modèle, et je suis bien heureux de l'avoir trouvée. Je ne comprends rien à votre bouheor, lui ajouta le pretenda beau père; que voulez-vous faire d'one femme si laide, si coutrefaite, infirme d'ailleurs et qui n'a pas le son? Ce que j'en ferai! je roule continuellement les pays, et je gagne ma vie à montrer des monstres et autres curiosités. Je mettrai ma femme dans une boite, je la montrerai partout, et je compte bien qu' elle fera ina fortune. ERRATUM. A. Births, Marriages, and Beaths, From May 25th, to June 25th. Illogan, the wife of the Rev. George Treweeke, of a daughter St. Keverne, the wife of the Rev. James Pascoe, of a son Redruth, Mrs. Magor, of a daughter Lanivet, the wife of a labouring man named Chapman was safely delivered of three children, of a full size-all guls,—two of them are living Ruan Parsonage, the wife of the Rev. Richard Budd of a son Helston, Mass Grylls of a daughter Falmouth, the wife of Capt. T. Mansell, of a daughter Bodmin, Mrs. T. Wright, of a son Helston, Mrs. Roinson of a daughter Penmouth, Mrs. Darke of a daughter MARRIAGES. Kenwyn, Mr. W. Paul to Miss M. A. Peppin Apblinton, Harriet Kempthorne Truro, Mr. A. Pascoe Truro, Mr. J. Lingham aged 46 Mr. Cockling Penventon, Mr. T. Hosking aged 67 Truro, Mr. P. Crossman St. Columb, Miss M. George Mr. J. Hawke At page 139 after the line" Weep not Mother, Landrake, Mr. E. Webb rather greet me," insert "That my life is ebbing fast, "For my Saviour comes to meet inc." Printed and Published by J. PHILP, Falmouth, and sold by most Booksellers in the County. The Cornish Magazine. AUGUST 1st, 1828. WOMAN. No subject offers so vast and comprehensive a field for observation and reflection, or is so capable of affording a keen and lively gratification to the mind as the consideration of woman, and the light in which she has been held by various nations and people in different ages of the world. There cannot possibly be a more striking contrast than that of the treatment of women in regions where civilization is but imperfectly known, and where it is carried to its highest pitch. Among the rude aborigines of the Americans, and in countries whose natives are enslaved by a blind superstition, she is generally sunk below the level of her nature, and considered as a being infinitely inferior to man; but in European society and Protestant Christianity, where renfinement has extended its ramifications over every order of the community, she enjoys the privileges and blessings evidently designed for her to partake in common with man by her beneficent Creator. The most polished nations of antiquity, although they could not boast the advantages of Divine Revelation, nevertheless held their women in the highest estimation, and the greatest masters in painting, poetry, and sculpture vied with each other in describing and delineating the delicacy and grace of the elegant female, and rendered particular ones immortal by the master-touches of their pencils, the wonderful keenness and fineness of their chisels, or the lightning flashes of their splendid and poetic eloquence; and it remains even to this day undecided to which art or master the palm of superiority ought to be awarded. The cold and inanimate marble seemed almost to breathe and ready to start into being under the master-hand of a Praxitiles or a Phidias of old: the Venus of Gnidus, modelled by the former, and the Minerva of Athens, (which was composed of ivory and gold) by the latter filled the ancients with wonder and astonishment at the powers displayed in the formation of these chaste and magnificent productions of human ingenuity and art: nor have the modern sculptors been much less successful in their efforts of delineating woman-the Medicean Venus of Cleomenes, and in our own time the Magdalene of Canova will long continue as exhibiting the female form in all its dignified loveliness and symmetrical proportion;more perfect indeed than is to be found in the common walks of life, "but an ingenious flattery is to be allowed," says a great critic, "to the professors of this art, so long as the likeness is not destroyed." In painting, also, whatever could have been conceived or imagined of earthly beauty or material perfection, has been happily bestowed on the female face, and form, and lineament. It was from the choice of five virgins, selected from the most beautiful of his country-women, as is well known, that Zeuxis drew his wonderful picture of Helena, which Cicero, in his book of the orator of Brutus, sets before us as the most finished example of beauty. Polygnotus of Thoas also painted elaborately, and with considerable skill and judgment, the female graces of youth and loveliness. The Venus of Apelles, emerging from the occan, surrounded by nymphs, are strongly VOL. 3. R commended by ancient authors, as displaying in a high degree, the inimitable delicacy and the soft but irresistible charm of the female appearance. Beautiful, however, as the ancient Greek masters might have been, they are undoubtedly surpassed in richness of colouring, and purity of expression by the magnificent chef-d'œuvres of the great Italian painters of modern times the Madonna of Cimabue, the Madusa and Magdalene of Leonardi da Vinci, and the Venus of Titian, painted for the Florence gallery, are not only highly complimentary to the ladies of their nation, from whom they derived the idea of describing these celebrated figures, but at the same time are among the most delightful specimens of this perishable art that are to be found in the world. But it is in the flowery and imaginative paths of poetry that woman has erected her throne; it is in them that she lives, and moves, and has her being. It is possible for the masters in painting and sculpture to drain the powers of their respective arts in describing all that is beautiful in woman, but the resources of poetry are inexhaustible. The most splendid objects in nature are called into action by the poets-the hidden recesses of thought and intellect are penetrated and laid open-every thing that is chaste or lovely in the creation is made subservient to her use, and even the glorious and brilliant constellations that beautify and adorn the heavens are employed, in order to awaken images of brightness earth cannot afford, and be enabled to give a description, sufficiently glowing and perfect of the female countenance and general appearance. From the modest and unpretending sonnet, to the solemn pomp of the epic poem, woman, blooming in all her power, and pride, and loveliness, is the most engaging and attractive object. The most mighty geniuses the world has ever seen, the master-spirits of every age, who have excelled in this species of writing, have not disdained to engage her in their immortal productions, as one of the principal characters in them, and the part she takes in the Illiad and Odyssey of Homer, the Eneid of Virgil, the Paradise Lost of Milton, and the Jerusalem Delivered of Tasso, besides other highly-esteemed works, is both important and interesting. Deprive either of these divine compositions of those tender and affecting episodes, and delightful incidents interspersed throughout it, in which woman shines so conspicuously, and you rob it of its greatest charm and highest ornament. Tibullus, deservedly styled the prince of elegiac poets, devoted a large portion of his time in celebrating the graces and perfections of the Roman ladies of his day, in his smooth and flowing versification, and surpassed all those that preceded, or perhaps have followed him, in the sweetness and elegance of his amatory poetry: and Ovid, notwithstanding the immorality and licentiousness which taint his general strains, cannot help breaking out occasionally into expressions of admiration and respect, which clearly show his high opinion of the softer sex. The lover, the hermit, and the bard of Vaucluse, the amiable Petrarch, also entertained for them the most profound esteem: to one indeed his time and talents were wholly devoted, he courted fame and glory only as they might secure her the admiration of the world, and the celebrated sonnets addressed to her, replete with elegance and delicacy of sentiment, breathe such melancholy and pensive tenderness and intensity of feeling, as to make a direct appeal to the secret workings of the soul, and come home to the affections of the most frigid and indifferent character. The Provençal poets delighted in associating the graceful and impassioned women of their country with the glowing inspirations of their rich and powerful imaginations, and in their flexible and poetic language, pourtrayed with exquisite harmony and skill, all the virtues and emotions of their nature-developed the true characteristics of woman-her blushing innocence -her purity-her thrilling looks of love and tenderness,-and her deep and passionate throbbings of kindly affections; their very existence seemed |