to detain his silent and enraptured gaze; she stopped to admire some choice plants when he caught a view of her tout ensemble, the roseate lips, the brilliancy of her eyes, the high and polished front, ornamented by dark pencilled brows, as if formed by the archer god himself! The simple negligence of her air, her whole person, her whole attire, gave to creative fancy all that it could picture to itself of loveliness in woman!
But it was not this sweet assemblage of graces surrounding her, that had operated so powerfully to awaken the imagination of Harcourt; it was a something he scarcely knew how to define; it was, indeed, the sanctity of virtue, which cast the magic spell around her; it was innocence, delicacy, a something indescribably touching,—illumining her countenance, characterizing her whole deportment, giving birth to immediate respect, mingled with admiration, while she rivetted with increased ardour, the fond regard of her beholder. Had she displayed aught of consciousness, of confidence in her beauty and attraction, or levity, in seeking. the gratification of their display, the charm entrancing Harcourt would in one moment have dissolved.
"Who is she?" said the gentleman who had
