fort, and be no longer the wretched tritheift ; but, the rational doctor. No longer predicat of a fcholaftic trinity. Put it not in the power of men of fenfe to fay my Duncan is a poor creature -a defpicable bigot.

Let your work, for the future, be, as a good minifter of Chrift Jefus, to call us to repentance, compunction, and a fenfibility of our follys; to live unspotted lives from the world, and to obtain every height of holyness and beavenly affection, which becomes those who are called to be fons and heirs of God with our mediator; that fo we may be pardoned by God, our father, be renewed by his boly Spirit, and cleanfed through the fanctifying power of our Redeemer. This will be rational, juft, and heavenly. Men and angels, the prophets, the apoftles, and the great mediator will applaud you.

Poor Duncan was quite confounded with this free and rational anfwer, and for several minutes after it was ended could only fquint with rage at his beautiful lady. He had never before heared his creed-makers, and his incomprehenfibles fo treated. He did not

think there was a mortal would dare to talk in fuch a manner; and that the wife of his bofom fhould be fuch an enemy to the orthodox confeffion; and declare only for a religion of moral perfections, and the worship of God the Father, through one mediator; thould

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receive nothing as religion but what beared the fignatures of reason, and vifibly conduced to the moral rectitude of the creature; this provoked him out of measure; and as foon as he was able to fpeak for paffion, he began to abuse his Julia in the groffest 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 fuperior, not only in ftrength of mind, but of body. This faved her from blows; but in every other refpect he was, to the utmost of his power, her tormentor. The charms of her mind and perfon had no effect on this miferable bigot. He was an unrelenting tyrant to this admirable woman. He lived only for the deftructive theology of Athanafius. It was his Venus. It was his beatific vifion.-This was the thing that gave Mrs. Schomberg fo great an averfion to the monks. It did likewife give her fuch a furfeit of wedlock, that the changes colour at the very name of a domeftic beroe.

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Juliet Weft is the next beautiful figure. A defcripShe was born with every charm to and is the happy mistress of virtue unevery der heaven. She was just two and twenty at this time I first saw her at Hali-farm, and then, fo vastly pretty, that I should have been ftrangely perplexed, to whom to affign the gol

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den apple, were I conftituted judge, and Mrs. Benlow, Mrs. Schomberg, and Mifs Chawcer, had difputed the prize of beauty with her. Her perfon was quite faultless, and her face all harmony: Her eyes a deep delightful blue, well flit, fweet and even: Her lips and teeth are to this day what the correcteft fancy could require.

She is the daughter of Mr. John Weft, 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 vaft fortune, which he divided equally between this lady and her brother. The old gentleman refided on one of the western iflands, when he was not on a voyage, and raised there a delightful feat, in which Mifs Weft's brother lives at prefent. In that remote part of the world, Juliet was born, and by the ableft mafters 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, philofophy, mathematics, mufic and painting.

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

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left oftentation. Her vivacity is always pleafing, and her fentiments often surprise.

Milton and Shakespear are her favorites. She has them in her hand night and morning. It is a fine entertainment, to hear her read, or repete thofe authors. The judicious writer of the actor fays, Mr. Quin is the best reader of the Paradice Loft now living; but, well as he reads it, I believe, yet, if I may form a judgment from his fpeaking the part of Comus on the ftage, and from Mifs Weft'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 the failed, tho' endowed with the sweetest voice, and a pleafing deportment. The poet was admired, but the actress forgotten, when she spoke the following inimitable lines, without any heat, and with all the temper of a philofopher.

-To him who dares

Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words
Against the fun-clad power of chastity,

Fain would I fomething fay :-Yet to what purpose.
Thou haft not ear nor foul to apprehend;

And thou art worthy that thou thou'dft not know
More happiness than this thy present lot;
Thou art not fit to hear thyfelf convinc'd.
Yet fhould I try, the uncontroled worth
Of this pure caufe, wou'd kindle my rapt fpirits
To fuch a flame of facred vehemence,
That dumb things wou'd be mov'd to fympathize,

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And the brute earth would lend her nerves, and shake
Till all thy magic ftructures, rear'd fo high,
Were fhatter'd into heaps o'er thy falfe head.

These lines I have, with vast pleasure, often heared Mifs Weft fpeak, and almost forgot the poet, while I admired the actrefs. She accompanys them with all the transport and vehemence the author intended, and affects her hearers in the manner the poet defigned they fhould be affected, which was, to be fure, in the strongest way, when he introduces the immortal being, to whom they were addreffed, trembling with terror as he hears them.

As when the wrath of Jove Speaks thunder, and the chains of Erebus, To fome of Satan's crew.

Nor is the lefs delightful in reading or repeting the tragedys of Shakespear. She has the gefture, the cadence, and the pause, in perfection. Not a fyllable too long: not a fyllable too flightly does fhe dwell on. She raises every effect of the paffions which the poet intended.

In religion, Mifs Weft is a ftrict unitarian, and never could be brought to conform to the fyftem of the moderns, tho the greateft pains have been taken to that purpose by a very learned orthodox clergyman, her uncle;

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