there any compensation for growing old?
Many women us this as they gaze disconsolately at themselves in the glass, writes Lady North Bentinck in the "Morning Post.
And yet is it so dreadful to grow 1 Why should it be odious and lous? An old tree, an old castle, an old cathedral inspire one with "awe and admiration—why should man alone lose and disimprove as the years gather about his head?
It all depends upon the manner' in which we grow old; it all de-ends upon what we are, not upon whether our cheeks are lined, on? figures no longer "svelte," and our limbs unable to compete' in energy with those of the younger generation!
There is, then, an art in growing old gracefully—that learnt, we shall be safe and happy. Few people know how to be old, and this ly shown by the manner ju which age can transfigure or petrify a face,
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.