ABSTRACT
Matilda Homily was sixteen when her father settled in America. Her stature was above the middle size, and she possessed all the beautiful contour and ruddiness of perfect health. Her countenance beamed sweetness, and her soft and plaintive eyes kindled almost the same sensibility in all beholders, which they languishingly expressed. She was, in short, one of those beauties which rather attach than surprise, which excite tenderness more than admiration; and in reality, her face was the true index of her gentle breast; which the sigh of the unfortunate never failed to agitate, and which throbbed with the slightest apprehension of giving the least pain or interruption to the pleasures of others. /
