Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1845-04-18
BEAUTY.


What is beauty, after ALI Ask the lover
who kneels in homage to one who has no
attractions for others. The cold on-looker
wonders that he can cal'that unclassic COM
bination of features, and that awkward form
beautiful Yet il is so. lie sees, like
Desdcmona, her 'visage in her mind OF her
affections. A light from within shines
through the external comelness, irradates
and QIorifies it, That which to others seems
common place and unworthy Of note, is 10
him in the words Of Spencer
"a sweet attractive kind of grace,
A full assurance given by looks,
Continual comfort in face
The lineamenis of Gospel books"
Handsome is, that handsome does-hold
up your heads, girls 7 was the language OF
Mrs Primrose in the play, when addressing
her daughters. The worthy woman was
right. Would that all my female readers
who are sorrowing foolishly because they
are not in all respects like Dubufe's Eve, or
that statue of the Medican Venus, which
enchants the world could be persuaded to
listen to her. What is good looking, as
Horace Smith remarks, but looking good
Be good, be womanly, be gentle. generous
in your sympathies, heedful ofthe we'll being
of all around you and my word for it, will
not lack kind words of admiration. Loving
and pleasant associ tions will gather about
you. That Mirror has no heart. But quite
another visage is yours OIL the retina of hu-
man sympathy. There the beauty Of holt
ness, of purity, Of that inward grace, which
passeth show rests over it, soltening and
melowing its features, just as the full, calm
moonlight melts those Of a rough landscape
into harmonious loveliness. Hold up your
heads, girls repeat after Mrs Primrose.
why should you notl Every mothers
daughter of you can be beautiful You
can envelope yourselves in an atmosphere of
moral and intellectual beauty, through which
your otherwise plain faces will look forth
like angels.
Beautiful to Ledyard, stifenng in the
cold of a northern winter, seemed the dimin-
ntive, smoke-stained women of Lapland,
who wrapped him in their furs, and minister
ed to his necessities with kindness and gen.
tie words of compassion. Lovely to the
home-sick heart of Park seemed the dark
maids of Sego as they sung their low and
simple song of welcome beside his bed aud
sought to comfort the white stranger, who
had mo mother TO bring him milk, and no
wife to grind him corn Oh talk as you
may ofbeauty as thing to be chiseled from
marble or wrought out on canvass-specu-
late as We may upon its colors and outlines,
what is that but an intellectual abstraction
after all 2 The heart feels beauty of an
other kind-looking through the outward
environment, it discovers a deeper and
more real loveliness. Quite the ugliest
face ever saw, was that Of woman whom
the world calls beautiful. Through its sill
yer veil, the evil and ungentle passions look
ed out, hideous and hateful. On the other
hand there are faces which the multitude,
at first glance, denounce homely, unattract-
i've, and such as mature fashions by the
gross, which always recognize with warm
heart thrill not for the world would have
one feature changed ; they please ME as they
are they are halowed by kind memories ;
they are beautiful through their associations !,
nor are they less welcome, that with my adj
miration of them the stranger informed
dleth mott G. Waiter.