Sophia then, the only Daughter of Mr. Weſtern, was a middle-ſized Woman; but rather inclining to tall. Her Shape was not only exact, but extremely delicate; and the nice Proportion of her Arms promiſed the trueſt Symmetry in her Limbs. Her Hair, which was black, was ſo luxuriant, that it reached her Middle, before ſhe cut it, to comply with the modern Faſhion; and it was now curled ſo gracefully in her Neck, that few would believe it to be her own. If Envy could find any Part of her Face which demanded leſs Commendation than the reſt, it might poſſibly think her Forehead might have been higher without Prejudice to her. Her Eye-brows were full, even, and arched beyond the Power of Art to imitate. Her black Eyes had a Luſtre in them, which all her Softneſs could not extinguiſh. Her Noſe was exactly regular, and her Mouth, in which were two Rows of Ivory, exactly anſwered Sir John Suckling’s Deſcription in thoſe Lines.
Her Lips were red, and one was thin,
Compar’d to that was next her Chin.
Some Bee had ſtung it newly.
Her Cheeks, were of the oval Kind; and in her right ſhe had a Dimple which theleaſt
