200 TASTE IN DRESS. I think that we men are not very tolerant of what we call the weaknesses of women, but in which, after all, lies much of their strength. The commonest complaint of all is, that they are "fond of dress." For my own part, I would not give much for a woman who is not fond of dress. Nor would I care much to know a man indisposed to encourage this feminine fondness. instinct is to feel towards the chosen one an The true knightly unfailing desire "To compass her with sweet observances, To dress her beautifully, and keep her true." I can hardly conceive any greater delight for an honest, loving gentleman, than to do these good works and to mark their results. And it is to be said that in many, if not in most instances, the desire to dress well is only a desire to please. As between husband and wife, carelessness in dress is one of the first indications of declining affection. And even if, as sometimes happens, the love of dress is, for the most part, a desire to outshine other women, it is natural, indeed a harmless emulation. If women have no nobler ambitions, it is mainly the fault of the men. If they cannot speak each other down in debate, they may dress each other down in society. It may be said that victory depends in such a case upon the husband's purse or the dressmaker's art, not upon the genius of the competitor. But this is true only in a limited sense. No amount of money to buy clothes, and no skill in the artist who makes them, can compensate for the want of taste in the wearer. Taste in dress commonly indicates a general sense of the becoming in all domestic concerns. The Frenchman who wrote a treatise, "The Duty of a Pretty Woman to look Pretty," did not address himself to the discussion of a mere frivolity. There was an under-current of philosophy beneath it. Anon. By that sweet ornament which truth doth The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem discloses : But for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade; Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made. And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth. Shakespeare. Moral beauty is the basis of ali true beauty. AMIABILITY AND BEAUTY. Women, so amiable in themselves, are never so amiable as when they are useful; and as for beauty, though men may fall in love with girls at play, there is nothing to make them stand to their love like seeing them at work. Cobbett. HOMAGE TO BEAUTY. Beasts should do Homage to man, but man shall wait on you : You are of comelier sight, of daintier touch, A tender flesh, and colour bright, and such As Parians see in marble; skin more fair, More glorious head, and far more glorious hair; Eyes full of grace and quickness; purer roses Blush in your cheeks, a milder white composes Your stately fronts; your breath, more sweet than his, Breathes spice, and nectar drops at every kiss. Randolph. BRIGHT EYES THE BEST JEWELS. A pair of bright eyes with a dozen glances suffice to subdue a man; to enslave him and inflame him, to make him even forget; they dazzle him so that the past becomes straightway dim to him; and he so prizes them that he would give all his life to possess them. What is the fondest love of dearest friends compared with this treasure! Is memory as strong as expectancy? fruition as hunger? gratitude as desire? I have looked at royal diamonds in the jewel-rooms in Europe, and thought how wars have been made about them; Mogul sovereigns deposed and strangled for them, or ransomed with them; millions expended to buy them; and daring lives in digging out the little shining toys that I value no more than the button in my hat. And so there are other glittering baubles (of rare water too) for which men have been set to kill and quarrel ever since mankind began; and which last but for a score of years, when their sparkle is over. Where are those jewels now that beamed under Cleopatra's forehead, or shone in the sockets of Helen? Thackeray. A QUEENLY CLAIM TO LIVE ADMIRED. My apprehensive fancy fired, But for their hint of her, were nought. Coventry Patmore. A PORTRAIT. Oh, what a likeness! is the gazer's cry. There is the faultless oval of the face, The lofty brow and the commanding eye, The raven tress, the expression's thoughtful grace, The noble figure, and the high-born mien, Oh, what a likeness! E'en in the dress Of fashion's jewell'd or familiar guise. Yet how unlike! The engraver's happiest art Shows but the beauty of the form-rot mind: The social kindness prompted by the heart, The frank good sense, the cheerfulness refined: A SMILE OF THINE IS LIKE AN ACT Thou art a girl of noble nature's crowning, Like daily beauties of a vulgar race; BEAUTY'S MAGIC SPELL. Tell me, Beauty, what art thou, Goddess bright, where dost thou dwell? Dwell'st thou in the raven tress, Dark as midnight's jetty dye, Tell me, Beauty, tell me true, Lurk'st thou in the dimpled smile? In the light and graceful form Does thy witching power beguile? No, ah no! in these alone, Beauty, thou canst never dwell: 'Tis in bright Expression's beam That is found thy magic spell. And in vain the sparkling eye, And the cheek so bright and fair; These can never, never charm, If expression dwell not there. But when in the eye's bright flash We can see the spirit speak, And each passion of the soul Painted on the glowing cheek; When, in every feature, shine Genius bright and fancy's fire, Where is he, so cold, so dead, Who can gaze and not admire? THE ROSE HUMBLED. Landon. I grant thee, most delicious rose, BEAUTY'S HELPED BY NATURE, HEAVEN, AND LOVE. And forth she went, a shop for merchandise, Full of rich stuff, but none for sale exposed; A veil obscured the sunshine of her eyes: The rose within herself her sweetness closed. Each ornament about her seemly lies, By curious chance or careless art composed; For what she most neglects most curious prove― So beauty's help'd by nature, heaven, and love. Tasso. LOVELINESS UNADORNED. Loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is, when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most. Thomson. LIKE A SWEET PICTURE. And the smile brightens on the lovely face Leaning against his side, nor lifts her head, Hon. Mrs. Norton. GOVERNED WITH GOODLY MODESTY. Her sad eyes, still fasten'd on the ground, "I seek a strength devout, majestical, A resolute deep steadfastness of soul, In him to whom my spirit once for all Yields up its treasure whole. "But thou art wild, impetuous as a girl; Thou wouldst unseat me from my queenly place, And whirl me down, as shallow eddies whirl The bubbles at their base; "Nor hast thou yet consider'd what thou art How far from peace, from godliness, from Nor spoken softly to thy listening heart "Go: look on life without me, till thou know, After the sure sad discipline of years, Its vernal beauty underneath its snow, “Till, as from each fair meadow thou hast trod, Each morning valley wreathed in cloudy calm, So from thine own hot heart, goes up to God One sweet confiding psalm. "Go-but forget not: when the last degree Of self-control is reckon'd on thy brow, Come back; and I will keep for thee and me A love thou know'st not now." Arthur 7. Mundy. A HEART SERENE WITHIN ITS ZONE. She gazed upon a world she scarcely knewAs seeking not to know it; silent, lone, As grows a flower, thus quietly she grew, And kept her heart serene within its zone. There was awe in the homage which she drew; Her spirit seem'd as seated on a throne Apart from the surrounding world, and strong In its own strength-most strange in one so young. Byron. STORMS AND SUNSHINE. Women, like summer storms, awhile are cloudy, Burst out in thunder, and impetuous showers; But straight the sun of beauty dawns abroad, And all the fair horizon is serene. Rowe. |