chandelier--looked at his watch, and looked very tired in the course of
five minutes, when Prince Fizzybelli ordered his carriage, and was off.

Newton, who had examined several very strange things, which occupied the
tables about the room, at last made his way to the ante-room, where the
crowd was much more dense than elsewhere. Taking it for granted that
there was something interesting to be seen, he persevered until he had
forced his way to the centre, when what was his astonishment when he
beheld under a long glass-case a figure of a woman modelled in wax, of
exact and certainly of beautiful proportion! It was as large as life,
and in a state of perfect nudity. The face lifted up, and discovered
the muscles beneath: in fact, every part of the image could be removed,
and presented to the curious, every part of the human frame, modelled
exact, and coloured. Newton was indeed astonished: he had witnessed
several articles in the other room, which he had considered more fitted
for the museum of an institution than a drawing-room; but this was
indeed a novelty; and when, to crown all, he witnessed certain little
_demireps_ of science, who fancied that not to be ashamed was now as
much a proof of knowledge, as in our first parents it was of innocence,
and who eyed the figure without turning away from it or blushing, he
quitted the room with disgust, and returned home quite satisfied with
one _conversazione_.

I am not partial to blues: generally speaking, ladies do not take up
science until they find that the men will not take up them; and a
remarkably clever woman by reputation is too often a remarkably
unpleasant, or a remarkably ugly one. But there are exceptions;
exceptions that a nation may be proud of--women who can fulfil their
duties to their husbands and their children, to their God and to their
neighbour, although endowed with minds more powerful than allotted to
one man in tens of thousands. These are heavenly blues; and, among the
few, no one shines more pre-eminent than my dear Mrs S---e.

However, whether Newton was satisfied or not, this _conversazione_ was a
finisher to Dr Feasible, who resigned the contest. Dr Plausible not
only carried away the palm--but, what was still worse, he carried off
the "practice!"

VOLUME THREE, CHAPTER EIGHT.

Their only labour is to kill the time;
And labour dire it is, and weary woe.
They sit--they lounge--turn o'er some idle rhyme;
Then rising sudd