that which is now bent upon the page, for I hold that an indulgent, eye, like a good horse, cannot be of a bad colour. My paper would be incomplete without a word or two upon eyebrows, which, it is to be observed, are peculiar to man, and were intended, according to the physiologists, to prevent particles of dust or perspiration from rolling into the eye. Nothing appears to me more impertinent than the fancied penetration of these human moles, who are for ever attributing imaginary intentions to inscrutable Nature; nor more shallow and pedlar-like than their resolving every thing into a use; as if they could not see, in the gay colours and delicious perfumes, and mingled melodies lavished upon the earth, sufficient evidence that the beneficent Creator was not satisfied with mere utility, but combined with it a profusion of gratuitous beauty and delight. I dare say that they would rather find a use for the coloured eyes of Argus in the peacock's tail, than admit that the human eyebrows could have been bestowed for mere ornament and expression. Yet they have been deemed the leading indices of various passions. Homer makes them the seat of majesty-Virgil of dejection-Horace of modesty-Juvenal of pride-and we ourselves consider them such intelligible exponents of scorn and haughtiness, that we have adopted from them our word supercilious. In lively faces they have a language of their own, and can aptly represent all the sentiments and passions of the mind, even when they are purposely repressed in the eye. By the workings of the line just above a lady's eyebrows, much may be discovered that could never be read in the face; and by this means I am enabled to detect in the looks of my fair readers such a decided objection to any farther inquisition into their secret thoughts, that I deem it prudent to exclaim, in the language of Oberon-“ Lady, I kiss thine eye, and so good night." THE LAWYER AND THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER. A ROGUISH Old Lawyer was planning new sin, The mails and the daylight were just coming in, The milkmaids and rushlights were just going out:— When a Chimney-sweep's boy, who had made a mistake, 66 My master's a-coming to give you a brush." "If that be the case," said the cunning old elf, “There's no moment to lose—it is high time to flee ; So he limp'd to the door without saying his prayers; PETER PINDARICS. The Surgeon and the House Painters. PAINTERS are like the dry-rot, if we let 'em There's no ejectment that can get 'em Out till they've fairly play'd their pranks. There is a time, however, when the ghastly Spectres cease to haunt our vision; And as my readers, doubtless, would like vastly I'll tell them for their ease and comfort In that great thoroughfare for calves, The fact is, that they never took the road, One morn a Patent Safety Coach Departed from the Swan with the Two Necks, A sign that seems intended to reproach Those travellers of either sex, Who deem one neck sufficient for the risks Of ditches, drunkards, wheels, and four-legg'd frisks. Meaning to pass the Opposition, The front wheel came in violent collision And down the coach came with a horrid crash. "Zooks!" cried the coachman, as he swore and cursed, Of the Plough Inn, who witness'd the disaster, Then hied himself into the town, to urge on He came—inquired the wounds and spasms Bandaging some, and letting others blood, His wife put on her tragi-comic features:- To the main chance, and so she cried-" Poor creatures Dear me, how shocking to be wounded thus!— THE SURGEON AND THE HOUSE-PAINTERS. 265 A famous God-send certainly for us! Don't tell me any more, my dear Cathartic; poz! The Painters come-two summer-days they give They fall upon the wainscot con a more. The parlour 's done-you wouldn't know the room, The hall look'd less, and put on tenfold gloom. "There's no use doing things by halves, my dear, But presently they slacken'd from their hurry The Surgeon, who had had his fill Of stench, and trembled for his bill, Saw day by day, with aggravated loathing, |