whether the next set of new bodkins should be of silver or pearl. Then it was to be decided what ribands would suit the complexion; whether the gazer would have to exclaim,—
"In her the beauties of the spring are seen,
Her cheek is rosy, and her gown is green;"
or whether he would have to soar a yet higher flight, and cry,—
"In her the glory of the heaven we view,
Her eyes are starlike, and her mantle blue."
Then the patches had to be placed—patches full of sentiment, coquetry, and bits of opinions as minute as themselves. Essences and powder had to he scattered together, and Henrietta's long black tresses gathered into a mass which might fairly set all the orders of architecture at defiance. Lastly came the hoop, and, with scarf and fan,
"Conscious beauty put on all her charms."
Friends began to drop in. One came with intelligence of a sale, where the most divine things in the world were to be had for no-
