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= CHARLES DUDLEY. 87 = — Se ° that beauty is but skin deep. He who thinks so knows little Of the essential principle of loveliness. True comeliness con- ists not in mere regularity of features, symmetry of shape, the _ .fransparency of the compiexion, or the hue and brilliancy of the eye. There must be something within “ which passeth show.” The source of beauty—that is, of the best and most enduring kind of beauty—lies deeper than these; its fountain is : the soul. Ii is ¥ .“ The mind, the music breathing from the face,” to use a line of Lord Byron's, which some critic has objected to, ‘ - bat which, if its meaning be difficult to explain, its truth, at - _ Yeast, every one must have felt. he Of this description was the beauty of Lucy Dayton. Her -" features were, indeed, a f The great soul's apparent seat.” mn dn all moods her countenance was lovely, for its expression always was pure and sweet—the direct emanation from a mind that knew no evil. The softness and delicacy of her manners mizht have seemed additionally charming from their strong contrast with the coarser bearing of the surrounding settlers, as the diamond shines the brightest in an Ethiop’s ear. Réared in the deep seclusion of the forest, “ One rose of the wilderness left on {ts stalk, ' To mark where a garden had been,” she knew nothing of the great world beyond the imperfect no- tions gathered from her little library; or from the tale of his former adventures with which her uncle would sometimes be- ‘guile the long hours of a winter evening. But, though thus shut out from the abodes of men, this “little Western flower” had not been without admirers among the settlers, one of whom, at least, had-sought to transplant her te is own garden. In ew phrase, the beauty of Lucy had captivated the heart of yard Overton, a lawless fellow, half hunter, half boatman, A hae? 4 af é >? f 4 vr rive re ‘a 4 <a yl) 2 as in which latter capacity he was supposed to have amassed con- siderable wealth. ‘This circumstance, however, scemed of more consequence in his own eyes than those of Mr. Sedley, whom it _ did not influence to favor his suit, while his niece shrunk from the advances of the rude backwoodsman with a feeling of abhor. - About this time Charles tear Ade ar at Adrianopolis, and, >. oe acquaintance with Sedley, it was not iong before ce - ume a frequent and welcome visitor at his cabin—tie _ charms of the old man’s niece, as the reader will readily believe, coxstituting at leasi a portion of the attraction. Her gentle = Slicer adil ciuplicne-tuae ci and the sweet mixture of intelli- : Bary si ity that characterized her conversation, ren- _ dered her exceedingly interesting to Dudley, who was but reeently from the circles of an eastern city, where he had been > - - = ¥ id “ 7 <= EE ae oe ! a ee ee. ee ee eee” ie a Comicbooks.com » Me = —_ | * oo