and has clearly traced a phyſiognomy proper to poor ſinners. Till then, other tokens may perhaps ſtand, inſtead of that more certain characteriſtic which we may expect hereafter. Each alluring attribute of the daughters of Teutonia, whether it be eaſe and elegance of ſhape, the heart-piercing glance of the eye, the fair proportion of the mouth, the jutting boſom, the melody of the voice, the gift of enchanting wit, or proficiency in any of the fine arts, may afford juſt hopes that they inherit from ſome fairy anceſtor the privilege of the race—And where is the maid who does not poſſeſs ſome one of theſe bewitching gifts? Surely, then, a journey to the Zwikow conſervatory of beauty would be worth the trouble: and I would eſpecially recommend the trial to that portion of the fair ſex, who are upon the melancholy eve of ſtriking the flag of beauty before ſome aſpiring neighbour.
In full view of the little lake, into which the magic ſpring poured its ſilver ſtream,on