Would you know what rumour lays To charge of Antoinette? That she is often light it says Fickle, mad, & a coquette And is it so? Oh yes! but know So nice the line her fancy draws Her very slights Create delights And Cato’s self would smile applause Sense, it says, her royal head Does not over burden much, Adulation too, tis said Easily her soul can touch; And is it so? Oh yes! but know So well she manages the matter The Gods on high Would leave the sky And come on earth, her charms to flatter If for business or for pleasure The hour, by herself be set One may wait, tis said, her leisure Tis a trifle to forget, And is it so? Oh yes! but know That when one next beholds her face All wrongs, adieu! Delights renew. And Time flies on with swifter pace— That “_I_” & “_me_” fill all discourse And _self_ runs on supremely Tis said she finds no other source She loves herself _extremely_ And is it so? Oh yes! but know The case is just you’ll find What blame to prove That she should love What’s lov’d by all mankind? About 1823 [Illustration: PL. XXXVII.—SAMPLER OF MARY ANN LEWIS ] REV. DR. BEECHER’S DESCRIPTION OF NIAGARA FALLS.