the soul that perfect image of chaste innocence he beheld in the original, and from which he felt confirmed in the persuasion, that it was almost impossible for an artist, in painting himself, to give the full characteristic of his own physiognomy, however great his talent, or however successful he might be in those of others.
After deep examination, another resemblance claimed his notice, infinitely more striking than the former. It was her sister herself, drawn as the goddess Euterpe. The same animated sensible countenance as he had seen her when seated at her harp, upon his first entrance.
"What a delightful talent!" said he, drawing towards Rosilia the finished piece still held in his hand; "you make the ivory live."
A modest suffusion overspread her cheek while she observed, "that the approbation of one who she heard was so great an adept in the art was extremely flattering to her, but that no doubt, notwithstanding his praise, he had seen much to criticise."
Mr. Melliphant, from his near intimacy with Sir Howard, having frequently heard Rosilia much extolled by him, had felt the most insuperable curiosity to behold her. He was endued by nature with some talent, strong and ardent in his feelings, wild and irregular in his passions, but of mild, equable, and temperate manners. Skilful in concerting plans, diligent and persevering in their execution; corrupt at heart, without principle of honour, he attached no
