girl was, by her directions, called Sophia; so that we had two
romantic names in the family; but I solemnly protest I had no
hand in it. Moses was our next, and after an interval of twelve
years, we had two sons more.

It would be fruitless to deny my exultation when I saw my little
ones about me; but the vanity and the satisfaction of my wife
were even greater than mine. When our visitors would say, 'Well,
upon my word, Mrs Primrose, you have the finest children in the
whole country.'--'Ay, neighbour,' she would answer, 'they are as
heaven made them, handsome enough, if they be good enough; for
handsome is that handsome does.' And then she would bid the girls
hold up their heads; who, to conceal nothing, were certainly very
handsome. Mere outside is so very trifling a circumstance with
me, that I should scarce have remembered to mention it, had it
not been a general topic of conversation in the country. Olivia,
now about eighteen, had that luxuriancy of beauty with which
painters generally draw Hebe; open, sprightly, and commanding.
Sophia's features were not so striking at first; but often did
more certain execution; for they were soft, modest, and alluring.
The one vanquished by a single blow, the other by efforts
successfully repeated.

The temper of a woman is generally formed from the turn of her
features, at least it was so with my daughters. Olivia wished for
many lovers, Sophia to secure one. Olivia was often affected from
too great a desire to please. Sophia even represt excellence from
her fears to offend. The one entertained me with her vivacity
when I was gay, the other with her sense when I was serious. But
these qualities were never carried to excess in either, and I