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In short, she was a walking calculation,

,Miss Edgeworth’s novels stepping from their

covers,

Or Mrs. Trimmer ’s books on education,

Or „Coelebs’ Wife“ set out in quest of lovers,Morality ’s prim personification,

In which not Envy’s self a flaw discovers,

To otliers’ share let „fcmale errors fiall,“

Tor slic had not even one — the worst of all.

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Oh! she was perfect past all parallel — 1Of any modern female saint’s comparison;

So far above the cunning powers of hell,

Her guardian angel had given np liis garrison;Even her minutest motions went as well

As those of the best time-piece made by HarrisonIn virtues nothing earthly could surpass her,Save thine ^Incomparable oil,“ Macassar!*