No Woman Has to Be Reall lly Beautiful to Be Beautiful fal? This does well lo appearance counts, enormously, as an asset anybody's life; even more in a woman's than a man's. Regular features and a perfect complexion, finely shaped head gallantly above a finely proportioned body, are not eonimon to the mixed humanity of this era. But, thank good almost every one has possibilities fora possibility—long lashes, perhaps, or mysterious eyes, hair that grows in wonderful waves free of charge, clear colouring or a good, smooth foundation for it, a delicate nose, an exquisite pair of hands, a graceful figure. There is nothing petty, and" there need be nothing vain, in making the mest of whatever Nature has given us.
We should be fools if we didn't take the trouble to find out what would best repay exploiting, and then call in art to help us exploit it We live surrounded by impressionable enti s; well, then, it, is only, common gease on parts to impress them as favourably as we can, woman has to be really beautiful to be beautiful. Some have been, of course, but the beauty of mystery, of character, of quality, of that subtle thing called charm, is within the reach of many. What fare mere features in a flat face?
famous French-woman once said, ive me a pair of handsome eyes, and T will do the rest."
Were the great heroines of hisher lips too thin, her eyes too narrow; and, Des-Essars, her page, who loved her from the moment he first set eyes on her, would not allow her facial perfection, "Honeypot," he calls her, echoing the words of Mr. Knox. "There you have her essence—sleepy, slow, soft sweetness, with a sharp after-taste, for all that, to prick the tongue and set it longing." Could the hand-sornest of Eve's daughters crave more flattering testimonial?
Naturally, we can not all develop the same graces of mind and body, but, in each of our personalities, there lurks, like hope in the box of Pandora, a' potential charm. "What 1 is my bit of magic?" we should say to ourselves. "Have I the carriage of beauty? Then nine out of ten people who meet me will never know that I am not what I present the effect of being. Have I the eyes of beauty? Then let me emphasize them til! the onlookers forget my other features. Have I the mouth of beauty? May I never permit it to sag into curves of discontent. but keep it eloquent of eternal my:*sry, even in silence. Have T grace have I colouring, have I sparkle, have I the dove's demure sleekness? Fate give me ability to use each attribute to its fullest extent; to acleant each without exaggerating it, land so make a subtle masterpiece the whole."
Serious talk for a frivolous subject. But it 's pleasant to be serious about frivolity and frivolous about tory perfectly lovely? Golden Helen, seriousness, and who knows where] perhaps, and straight-browed Deo-ithe one merges into the other? Is petra, but, leaping lightly over some! there anything more important in centuries, what of that acknow- the world's story than the feminine Tedged enchantress, Mary Stuar:? looks have played? If some had Her uncle, the Cardinal, while he lasted longer—i€ some had not admitted her clear skin, her patent loveliest faces down the ages had alty, denied that she was a|lasted so long—. if some of the beautiful girl, oven for a quecn..|been enlightened by brains—if some Her nose, he judged, was too long, of the plainest had not despaired of
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