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and virtues of an ugly woman, can make little impreslion even on the mind of a philosopher. My friend coloured, but before he could reply, a loud explosion from the farther end of the room, burst upon our ears, and filled us with momentary terror. In discoursing on Lady Grey, my friend bad forgotten the necessary management of a retort, which, for want of his attention, burst in pieces. I know not what were its contents, but they sent forth fuch fuffocating effluvia, as, had I not been restrained by politeness, would quickly have driven me from the room.
When the smoke which followed the explosion, was somewhat dissipated, I observed my friend, standing in a melancholy posture, with claiped hands, and fixed eyes, ruminaring on the misfortune that had befallen him. A course of ex. periments, the labour of many weeks, were by this unhappy accident, rendered abortive ; it was a subject that could not immediately admit of confolation. I therefore, for some time, preserved the strictest filence. Just as I was about to open my lips with the voice of sympathy, the philosopher, who had never lifted his eyes from the remains of the broken vessel, suddenly clapping his hands 10gether, exclaimed in a transport of ecitacy, '“ I see it! I see it ! - Heavens !
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A rout is a species of penance, of which the pious Yogees of Hindooftan never conceived an idea ; if thefe people were not the professors of a religion which prohibits the worship of the inferior deities, I should say, it was a facrifice to the God. dess of Fashion; a sacrifice not of the joint of a finger, or a toe, as we are here cold it is the custom to present to that Goddess in some newly discovered countries *, but of every faculty of the soul, that distinguishes the rational from the brute creation. These remain during the ceremony of the rout, in an absolute state of suspension. You may imagine, my dear Maandaara, what a' facrifice this must be to people pofseffed of so much wisdom, and who are so eminently qua
* It is fuppofed by the Translator, that the Rajah here alludes to a custom said to be practised in Otaheite, See Cook's loyages.
lisied for the pleasures of conversation. What a sacrifice! to be deprived of the interchange of ideas, of every communication of sentiment, and every advantage of understanding, and to be doomed to fit ftiffling in a crowded room, during the length of an evening, with no other employment, than that of turning over little bits of paioted paper !
It is not surprising, that in such circumstances the countenances of these votaries of falhion, should so frequently be distinguished by the infipid ftare of vacancy, or the lowering frowns of dif content. For my part, I could not help pitying them from my very foul ; I was particularly concerned for a group of young females, who were placed on a fopha in a corner of the room, and who, instead of cards, held each in their hand a fmall fan, which they from time to time opened, and again shut in a very melancholy manner. As I contemplated their situation, with much compassion, wondering, whether filence had actually been imposed upon them, as one of the duties of the ceremony, my feelings were effectually relieved by the entrance of three effeminate-looking youths, drefled in the military habit, whose pale-faces and puny figures, rendered it a matter of doubt, to which sex they actually be
longed, till one of them being faluted Lord, relieved me from the dilemma. Whether there was any thing exhilarating in the perfumes which these Saibs had plentifully bestowed upon their persons, I know not; but their appearance leemed to spread a sudden ray of animation over the dejected Bibbys who in a moment began to speak to each other with wonderful loquacity; the fans were opened and shut, with encreasing celerity. The Chouries upon their heads, were with one consent put into motion, waviog like the graceful plumage of the Auney *, when it carries the messages of Camdeo; and their eyes, which had hitherto rolled with languid vacuity, from one head-dress to another, now turned their glances towards that part of the room, where the lady-like gentlemen ftood. Two of these heroes, with a degree of fortitude, to which many more gallant-looking men would have been unequal, turning their backs upon the fair creatures, who so sweetly solicited their attention; sat down at a card-table, each placing himself opposite to a wrinkled Bibby, old enough to be his grandmother. The young Lord, either poffef
* A fabulous bird, frequently mentioned by the Poets of India, as the ambassador of love.