highest elegance of life? The divinity of the Stoics was, "Mens sana in corpore sano,"—but it is equally true,
"Gratior est pulchro veniens e corpore virtus."
If, therefore, instead of professedly tainting what is of itself beautiful, we could really work it up to
"That fair form, which, wove in fancy's loom,
"Floats in light visions round the poet's head,"
and make woman a pattern of perfection, we should undoubtedly add more to the heartfelt happiness of life than by all the discoveries of the Illuminati. See what was the effect of Theagenes and Chariclea.
And we should remember that with the fate of woman that of man is indissolubly knit. The voice of nature spoke through our immortal bard, when he made Adam say,
——"From thy state "Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe."
Should we suffer the contagion to touch our fair partner, all is gone, and too late shall we say,