The
BEAUTIES
.
An
EPISTLE
to
Mr.
ECKARDT
the
PAINTER
.
DEsponding
artist
,
talk
no
more
Of
Beauties
of
the
days
of
yore
,
Of
Goddesses
renown'd
in
Greece
,
And
ZEUXIS'
composition-piece
,
Where
every
nymph
that
could
at
most
Some
single
grace
or
feature
boast
,
Contributed
her
favourite
charm
To
perfect
the
ideal
form
.
'Twas
CYNTHIA'S
brow
,
'twas
LESBIA'S
eye
,
'Twas
CLOE'S
cheeks'
vermilion
dye
;
ROXANA
lent
the
noble
air
,
Dishevell'd
flow'd
ASPASIA'S
hair
,
And
CUPID
much
too
fondly
press'd
His
mimick
mother
THAIS'
breast
.
Antiquity
,
how
poor
thy
use
!
A
single
Venus
to
produce
!
Friend
Eckardt
,
ancient
story
quit
,
Nor
mind
whatever
Pliny
writ
;
Felibien
and
Fresnoy
declaim
,
Who
talk
of
Raphael's
matchless
fame
,
Of
Titian's
tints
,
Corregio's
grace
,
And
Carlo's
each
Madonna
face
,
As
if
no
Beauties
now
were
made
,
But
Nature
had
forgot
her
trade
.
'Twas
Beauty
guided
Raphael's
line
From
heavenly
Women
,
styl'd
divine
;
They
warm'd
old
Titian's
fancy
too
,
And
what
he
could
not
taste
he
drew
:
Think
you
Devotion
warm'd
his
breast
When
Carlo
with
such
looks
express'd
His
virgins
,
that
her
vot'ries
feel
Emotions
—
not
,
I'm
sure
,
of
zeal
?
In
Britian's
isle
observe
the
Fair
,
And
curious
chuse
your
models
there
;
Such
patterns
as
shall
raise
your
name
To
rival
sweet
Corregio's
fame
:
Each
single
piece
shall
be
a
test
,
And
Zeuxis'
patchwork
be
a
jest
;
Who
ransack'd
Greece
,
and
cull'd
the
age
To
bring
one
Goddess
on
the
stage
:
On
your
each
convass
we'll
admire
The
charms
of
the
whole
heav'nly
choir
.
Majestick
Juno
shall
be
seen
In
Miss
Harvey
,
now
Mrs.
Phipps
.
HARVEY'S
glorious
aweful
mien
.
Where
Lady
Caroline
Fitzroy
.
FITZROY
moves
,
resplendent
Fair
;
So
warm
her
bloom
,
sublime
her
air
;
Her
ebon
tresses
,
form'd
to
grace
,
And
heighten
while
they
shade
her
face
:
Such
troops
of
martial
youth
around
,
Who
court
the
hand
that
gives
the
wound
;
'Tis
Pallas
,
Pallas
stands
confess'd
,
Tho'
Lord
Petersham
,
STANHOPE'S
more
than
Paris
bless'd
.
So
The
Duchess
of
Cleveland
like
Pallas
,
among
the
beauties
at
Windsor
.
CLEVELAND
shown
in
warlike
pride
,
By
Lilly's
pencil
defy'd
:
So
The
Duchess
of
Grafton
,
among
the
beauties
of
Hampton
Court
.
GRAFTON
,
matchless
dame
,
commands
The
fairest
work
of
Kneller's
hands
:
The
blood
that
warm'd
each
amorous
court
,
In
veins
as
rich
still
loves
to
sport
:
And
George's
age
beholds
restor'd
,
What
William
boasted
,
Charles
ador'd
.
For
Venuses
the
Trojan
ne'er
Was
half
so
puzzled
to
declare
:
Ten
Queens
of
Beauty
,
sure
I
see
!
Yet
sure
the
true
is
Lady
Emily
Lenox
,
now
Countess
of
Kildare
EMILY
:
Such
majesty
of
youth
and
air
,
Yet
modest
as
the
village
fair
:
Attracting
all
,
indulging
none
,
Her
beauty
like
the
glorious
Sun
Thron'd
eminently
bright
above
,
Impartial
warms
the
world
to
love
.
In
smiling
Lady
Mary
Capel
.
CAPEL'S
beauteous
look
Rich
Autumn's
Goddess
is
mistook
,
With
poppies
and
with
spiky
corn
,
Eckardt
,
her
nut-brown
curls
adorn
;
And
by
her
side
,
in
decent
line
,
Place
charming
Countess
of
Berkley
.
BERKLEY
,
Proserpine
.
Mild
as
a
summer
sea
,
serene
,
In
dimpled
beauty
next
be
seen
,
Countess
of
Aylesbury
.
AYLESBURY
like
hoary
Neptune's
Queen
.
With
her
the
light-dispensing
Fair
,
Whose
beauty
gilds
the
morning
air
,
And
bright
as
her
attendant
sun
,
The
new
Aurora
,
Mrs
Lyttleton
.
LYTTLETON
.
Such
Guido's
Aurora
in
the
Respigliori
Palace
at
Rome
.
Guido's
pencil
beauty-tip'd
,
And
in
ethereal
colours
dip'd
.
In
measur'd
dance
to
tuneful
song
Drew
the
sweet
Goddess
,
as
along
Heaven's
azure
'neath
their
light
feet
spread
,
The
buxom
Hours
she
fairest
led
.
The
crescent
on
her
brow
display'd
,
In
curls
of
loveliest
brown
inlaid
,
With
every
charm
to
rule
the
night
,
Like
Dian
,
Countess
of
Strafford
.
STRAFFORD
woos
the
sight
;
The
easy
shape
,
the
piercing
eye
,
The
snowy
bosom's
purity
,
The
unaffected
gentle
phrase
Of
native
wit
in
all
she
says
;
Eckardt
,
for
these
thy
art's
too
faint
:
You
may
admire
,
but
cannot
paint
.
How
Hebe
smil'd
,
what
bloom
divine
On
the
young
Goddess
lov'd
to
shine
,
From
Miss
Carpenter
.
CARPENTER
we
guess
,
or
see
All-beauteous
Miss
Manners
.
MANNERS
beam
for
thee
.
How
pretty
Flora
,
wanton
maid
,
By
Zephyr
woo'd
in
noon-tide
shade
,
With
rosy
hand
coquetly
throwing
Pansies
,
beneath
her
sweet
touch
blowing
;
How
blithe
she
look'd
let
Miss
Fanny
Maccartney
.
FANNY
tell
;
Let
Zephyr
own
if
half
so
well
.
Another
Pomona
.
Goddess
of
the
year
,
Fair
Queen
of
Summer
,
see
,
appear
;
Her
auburn
locks
with
fruitage
crown'd
,
Her
panting
bosom
loosely
bound
,
Ethereal
beauty
in
her
face
,
Rather
the
beauties
of
her
race
,
Whence
ev'ry
Goddess
,
envy
smit
,
Most
own
each
Stonehouse
meets
in
Miss
Atkins
,
now
Mrs.
Pitt
.
PITT
,
Exhausted
all
the
heav'nly
train
,
How
many
Mortals
yet
remain
,
Whose
eyes
shall
try
your
pencil's
art
,
And
in
my
numbers
claim
a
part
!
Our
sister
Muses
must
describe
M.
Chudleigh
.
CHUDLEIGH
,
or
name
her
of
the
tribe
;
And
L.
Juliana
Farmor
.
JULIANA
with
the
Nine
Shall
aid
the
melancholy
line
,
To
weep
her
dear
L.
Sophia
Farmor
,
Countess
of
Granville
.
Resemblance
gone
,
Where
all
these
beauties
met
in
One
.
Sad
fate
of
beauty
!
more
I
see
,
Afflicted
,
lovely
family
!
Two
beauteous
Nymphs
,
here
,
Painter
,
place
,
Lamenting
o'er
their
Miss
Mary
Evelyn
,
sister
Grace
;
Mrs.
Boone
.
One
,
matron-like
,
with
sober
grief
,
Scarce
gives
her
pious
sighs
relief
;
While
Mrs.
Elizabeth
Evelyn
.
other
lovely
Maid
appears
In
all
the
melting
pow'r
of
tears
;
The
softest
form
,
the
gentlest
grace
,
The
sweetest
harmony
of
face
;
Her
snowy
limbs
,
and
artless
move
Contending
with
the
Queen
of
Love
,
While
bashful
Beauty
shuns
the
prize
,
Which
EMILY
might
yield
to
EVELYN'S
eyes
.