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fort, and be no longer the wretched tritheifl j but, the rational doctor. No longer predicat of a scholastic trinity. Put it not in the power of men of fense to say my Duncan is a poor creature —• a despicable bigot.

Let your work, for the future, be, as a good minister of Christ Jesus, to call us to repentance, compunction, and a sensibility of our follys; to live unspotted lines from the world, and to obtain every height of holyness and bea-* venly affection, which becomes those who are called to be sons and heirs of God with our mediator; that so we may be pardoned by God, our father, be renewed by his holy Spirit, and cleansed through the sanctifying paw* er of our Redeemer. This will be rational, just, and heavenly. Men and angels, the prophets, the apostles, and the great media-* tor will applaud you,

Poor Duncan was quite confounded with this free and rational answer, and for several minutes after it was ended could only squint with rage at his beautiful lady. He had never before heared his creed-makers, and his incomprehenfibles so treated. He did not think there was a mortal would dare to talk in such a manner; and that the wife of his bosom should be such an enemy to the orthodox confession; and declare only for a re* ligion of moral perfections, and the worship of God the Father, through one mediator j should

rereceive nothing as religion but what beared the signatures of reason, and visibly conduced to the moral rectitude of the creature j this provoked him out of measure; and as soon as he was able to speak for passion, he began to abuse his Julia in the grosiest manner. You Samaritan, you apoftat. You womandevil. Yea, he would have thumped her most unmercifully, but that it was her good fortune to be greatly his superior, not only in strength of mind, but of body. This saved her from blows j but in every other respect he was, to the utmost of his power, her tormentor. The charms of her mind and person had no effect on this miserable bigot. He was an unrelenting tyrant to this admirable woman. He lived only for the destructive.-theology of Athanajius. It was his Venus. It was his beatific vision.—This was the thing that gave Mrs. Scbomberg so great an aversion to the monks. It did likewise give her such a surfeit of wedlock, that slie changes colour at the very name of a domefiic heroe.

Juliet JVeJl is the next beautiful figure, A deseripShe was born with every charm to please, o°Mift and is the happy mistress of every virtue un-Westder heaven. She was just two and twenty at this time I first saw her at Hali-farm, and then, so vastly pretty, that I should have been strangely perplexed, to whom to assign the golden

den apple, were I constituted judge, and Mrs. Benlow, Mrs. Schomberg, and Miss Cbawcer, had disputed the prize of beauty with her. Her person was quite faultless, and her face all harmony: Her eyes a deep delightful blue, well flit, sweet and even: Her lips and teeth are to this day what the correctest fancy could require.

She is the daughter of Mr. John West, who was a merchant that traded for many years in his own ship to the East Indies, and by a return of spice and precious stones , acquired a vast fortune, which he divided equally between this lady and her brother. The old gentleman resided on one of the western islands, when he was not on a voyage, and raised there a delightful seat, in which Miss Weft's brother lives at present. In that remote part of the world, Juliet was born, and by the ablest masters her father could for money get in Europe, she was educated in the fame manner as her brother, and taught the learned and modern languages, philosophy, mathematics, music and painting.

She is lively and rational, for ever gay, ingenious and engaging; and as reading has been her passion from her infancy, she talks with freedom, grace and spirit, upon a vast variety of subjects. She talks without the

. . least lest ostentation. Her vivacity is always pleasing, and her sentiments often surprise*

Milton and Shakefpear are her favorites. She has them in her hand night and morning. It is a fine entertainment, to hear her read, or repete those authors. The judicious writer of the adlor fays, Mr. ^uin is the best reader of the Paradice Lost now living; but, well as he reads it, I believe, yet, if I may form a judgment from his speaking the part of Comus on the stage, and from Miss PPe/l's reading and repeting the finest things in Milton, he is not equal to her in this particular. You remember the night we saw the amiable and judicious Mrs. Elmy play the part of the lady in Comus, and how Ihe failed, tho' endowed with the sweetest voice, and a pleasing deportment. The poet was admired, but the actress forgotten, when (he spoke the following inimitable lines, without any heat, and with all the temper of a philosopher.

—J—To him who dares
Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words
Against the fun-clad power of chastity,
Fain would I something say :—Yet to what purpose.
Thou hast not ear nor soul to apprehend;
And thou art worthy that thou ihou'dst slot know
More happiness than this thy present lot j
Thou art not fit to hear thyself convinc'd.
Yet should I try, the uncontroled worth
Of this pure cause, wou'd kindle my rapt spirits
To such a flame of sacred vehemence,
That dumb things wou'd be mov'd to sympathize,

H And And the brute earth would lend her nerves, and shake Till all thy magic structures, rear'd so high, Wereshatter'd into heaps o'er thy false head.

These lines I have, with vast pleasure, often heared Miss JVeJl speak, and almost forgot the poet, while I admired the actress. She accompanys them with all the transport and vehemence the author intended, and affects her hearers in the manner the poet designed they should be affected, which was, to be sure, in the strongest way, when he introduces the immortal being, to whom they were addressed, trembling with terror as he hears them.

As when the wrath of Jove

Speaks thunder, and the chains of Erebus, To some of Satan's crew.

Nor is she less delightful in reading or repeting the tragedys of Shakefpear. She has the gesture, the cadence, and the pause, in perfection. Not a syllable too long: not a syllable too slightly does she dwell on. She raises every effect of the passions which the poet intended.

In religion, Miss Weft is a strict Unitarian, and never could be brought to conform to the system of the moderns, tho the greatest pains have been taken to that purpose by a very learned orthodox clergyman, her uncle;


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