It's Like a dream of last summer to step into a bath varying the fragrance of balsam that comes in light pulfs of sea-salt, Give a package of these or a bottle of bath-salts in the Iusuriant sents of rose, violet, spicy carnation, jasmi geranium, delicate lavender. And, to go with them, a generous box of tale am with a large soft puff.
Soap's more than soap when it is fragrant with jasmine and three cakes are arranged like steps in a dainty box. Or it may come in a large rosy cake redolent of geranium, or an amusing wooden bow! that! feats gaily about in your bath, having a whiff of potpourri wherever it 'This soap is accompanied by bath-brush. There are boxes floating with the fragrance of a whole garden and bland soaps of pure oils! Which you can tie up with a jaunty' ribbon' and send forth with confidence.
You can hover for hours over the perfume shelves choosing here a sophisticated scent for one person, there an elusive fragrance to fit the delicate personality of another; for fa third a delectable paste perfume—'a touch of it with the little finger behind the ears, at the throat and temples, on the wrist, and there floats with her the enchantment of garden at dawn, Thave just been looking at a series of photographs of men and women of the "Before" and "After" description, Poor souls, obsessed by thoughts of advancing age, they had placed themselves in the hands of the beauty specialist, wrinkles and all. The rejuvenating process complete, companion pictures were placed side by side, one taken before and the other after treatment. What a contrast! "I profer them before the cure!" was the verdict of a group of orities, and I could not but agree.
True, in the second photograph all trace of wrinkles was removed, crooked noses were made straight, receding chins jutted out, sagging skin took firmer lines. No'one could say that the artificial beautifier had been proved a fraud. Ife had done precisely that which he set out to do.—but he can scarcely have imagined the consequence. Out of the original faces, plain and bearing the marks of age, there looked something individual, that elusive something which is character. Out of the new faces, sleck and smooth as an apple, there looked—nothing!
Nature, it seems, knows her own business best, and Nature abhors a vacuum. Consider the awkward dilemma of the beauty artist wit, having cast out the spirit of age, could not find the r: cipe of the spirit of youth wherewith to re-Place it, Yet one has seen that southfel spirit survive in the oldest face, rugged and fretted with care.
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