And all this sweet surfeit of painting is true to the spirit of the beautiful girl; the spirit which stirs her thoughts, and makes all her movements an impulsive comminglement of music and poetry. A more airy, celestial form could not be imagined than hers. It seems to float on the atmosphere. And then she is so happy, and loving to those who love her. “Alas! how little can a moment show Of an eye where feeling plays In ten thousand dewy rays; A face o’er which a thousand shadows go!-- She stops--is fastened to that rivulet’s side; And these (while, with sedater mien O’er timid waters that have scarcely left Their birthplace in the rocky cleft, She bends) at leisure may be seen Features to old ideal grace allied, Amid their smiles and dimples dignified-- Fit countenance for the soul of primal truth; The bland composure of eternal youth! What more changeful than the sea? But over his great tides Fidelity presides; And this light-hearted maiden constant is as he. High is her aim, as heaven above, And wide as ether her good will; And like the lowly reed, her love Can drink its nurture from the scantiest rill; Insight as keen as frosty star Is to her charity no bar, Nor interrupts her frolic graces When she is far from those wild places, Encircled by familiar faces. O the charms that manners draw, Nature, from thy genuine law! If from what her hand would do Her voice would utter, aught ensue Untoward or unfit; She in benign affections pure In self-forgetfulness, secure, Sheds round the transient harm, or vague mischance A light unknown to tutored elegance: Hers is not a cheek shame-stricken, But her blushes, are joy-flushes; And the fault, if fault it be, Only ministers to quicken Laughter-loving gaiety, And kindly sportive wit, Leaving this daughter of the mountains free As if she knew that Oberon, king of faery Had crossed her purpose with some quaint vagary, And heard his viewless bands Over their mirthful triumph clapping hands.” A fairer drawn portrait--a more beautiful poem, as a whole--does not, I think, exist. Alas! sweet Dora.