of her soul is reflected in her eyes, and the lambent flame, which
then plays in them, seems, like the summer's lightning, to open a
Heaven to our view.
You will easily suppose I lost no time in introducing myself to her
notice: she received my attentions in the most unembarrassed
manner--not courting--not repulsing them, but seeming to consider
them as justly due to her sex, and her rank in society. These
attentions I have not ceased to pay at every possible opportunity
since that delightful evening, and my admiration grows stronger
every day. I find her conversation truly charming; and I devoutly
believe it would be so were she externally the reverse of what she
is; for, in speaking, "she makes one forget every thing--even her
own beauty." She has not found out, that her extensive knowledge is
any thing to be ashamed of. But, poor thing! a short residence in
England would teach her that! She neither conceals nor displays
her acquirements. The stream of thought, in _her_ mind, flows, not
like the little mountain torrent, swelled by accidental rains,
exceeding every bound, and defacing the fair soil it should adorn;
but, like the fertilizing river,
"Though deep yet clear, though gentle yet not dull,
Strong without rage, without o'erflowing full."
In the beginning of our acquaintance we conversed in Italian, but
as I was not very fluent, she politely adopted the French language
as the circulating medium of our commerce, and I was half sorry for
it; for besides the beauty of Italian in her mouth, her
good-natured smile, when I eked out my scanty stock with a word or
two of Latin, pleased me better than all the rest, it was so
encouragingly kind, so _untutored_!
I soon found out she had a quick sense of the ridiculous, but only
because sharp-sighted people cannot go through the world with their
eyes shut. She forbears, from the benevolence of her heart, to use
the powers of ridicule her penetration furnishes her with; and I
admire her the more for having at command an arsenal of wit, with
so many polished weapons unused. We are always attached to the
generous enemy, who can strike, but spares!
I have been so delighted with the employment of defining to myself,
for the first time, my ideas of the object of my admiration, that
(pardon me, my dear Sedley) I quite forgot they were to be read by
another; and, perhaps, should have gone on till to-morrow, had not
my servant, coming to inquire if my letters were ready to be
conveyed to the ship which is to carry them to England, roused me
from my soliloquy, (if you will permit me to extend this expression
to writing).
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