I don't pretend to be a limner, gemmen; nor does it become me to delineate such excellence; but surely I may presume to repeat from the play-- Oh! she is all that painting can express, Or youthful poets fancy when they love?
"At that time she might be about seventeen, tall and fair, and so exquisitely shaped--you may talk of your Venus de Medicis, your Dianas, your Nymphs, and Galateas; but if Praxiteles, and Roubilliac, and Wilton, were to lay their heads together, in order to make a complete pattern of beauty, they would hardly reach her model of perfection .-- As for complexion, poets will talk of blending the lily with the rose, and bring in a parcel of similes of cowslips, carnations, pinks, and daisies .-- There's Dolly, now, has got a very good complexion .-- Indeed, she's the very picture of health and innocence--you are, indeed, my pretty lass;-- but parva componere magnis .-- Miss Darnel is all amazing beauty, delicacy, and dignity! Then the softness and expression of her fine blue eyes; her pouting lips of coral hue; her neck, that rises like a tower of polished alabaster between two mounts of snow.

I tell you what, gemmen, it don't signify talking; if e'er a one of you was to meet this young lady alone, in the midst of a heath or common, or any unfrequented place, he would down on his knees, and think he kneeled before some supernatural being.
I'll tell you more: she not only resembles an angel in beauty, but a saint in goodness, and an hermit in humility;--so void of all pride and affectation; so soft, and sweet, and affable, and humane! Lord! I could tell such instances of her charity! "Sure enough, she and Sir Launcelot were formed by nature for each other.
Howsoever, the cruel hand of fortune hath intervened, and severed them for ever.

Every soul that knew them both, said it was a thousand pities but they should come together, and extinguish, in their happy union, the mutual animosity of the two families, which had so often embroiled the whole neighbourhood.

Nothing was heard but the praises of Miss Aurelia Darnel and Mr.Launcelot Greaves; and no doubt the parties were prepossessed, by this applause, in favour of each other.

At length, Mr.
Greaves went one Sunday to her parish church; but, though the greater part of the congregation watched their looks, they could not perceive that she took the least notice of him; or that he seemed to be struck with her appearance.