a decidedly carroty hue, she wore an
elaborately curled flaxen wig, which nearly covered her large forehead,
and hung over her eyes like the curly coat of a French poodle dog. This
was so carelessly adjusted, that the red and flaxen formed a curious
shading round her face, as their tendrils mingled and twined within each
other. Her countenance, even in youth, must have been coarse and vulgar;
in middle life, it was masculine and decidedly ugly, with no redeeming
feature, but the large good-natured mouth, well set with brilliantly
white teeth--strong, square, even teeth, that seem to express their
owner's love of good cheer; and silently intimated, that they had no
light duty to perform, and were made expressly for eating.

Miss Carr, though she sported a man's hat and carried a cane, dressed
expensively, her outer garments being made of the richest materials;
but she wore these so ridiculously short, that her petticoats barely
reached below the middle of her legs; leaving exposed to general
observation, the only beauty she possessed--a remarkably handsome and
neatly made foot and ankle.

Now, we don't believe that Miss Carr cared a fig about her handsome legs
and feet. If they had belonged to the regular Mullingar breed, she would
have shown them as freely to all the world; simply, because she chose to
do so. She was a great pedestrian, to whom long petticoats would have
been uncomfortable and inconvenient.

If she was vain of anything, it was of her powers of locomotion. She had
made the tour of Europe on foot and alone, and still continued to walk
her ten or fourteen miles a day, let the weather be what it would. Hail,
rain, blow, or snow, it was all one to Miss Carr. "She was walking," she
said, "to keep herself in practice, as she was contemplating another
long journey on foot."

Ida Pfeiffer, the celebrated female traveller, was unknown in those
days; or Miss Carr might have taken the shine out of that adventurous
lady; as easily as the said Ida destroys all the romantic notions
previously entertained by stay-at-home travellers, about the lands she
visits, and the people who form the subjects of her entertaining
matter-of-fact books.

When Miss Carr made her _debut_ at church, with her masculine hat placed
resolutely on the top of her head, and cane in hand, people could not
say their prayers, or attend to the sermon, for staring and wondering at
the uncouth apparition which had so unceremoniously appeared in