The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 184?-1851, 1845-05-07
R EAUTY.

What is Beauty, after all? Ask the lover,
who kneels in homage to one who has no attrac-
tions tor others. The cold looker-on wonders
that he Gun tell that unclassical combination of
features, and that awkward form, beautiful. Yet
it is so. He sees, like Desdemona, her ''visage
in her mind" or her affections. A light from
within shines through the external comcllness,
irradiates and glorifes it. That whichto others
seems commonplace and unworthy Of note, is
to him in the words of Spencer,
ga sweet attractive kind of grace,
A full assurance given by looks,
Continual comfort in q face
The lneaments of Gospel books"
"IIandsome is that handsome does-hod up
your heads, girlsm was the language of Mrs,
Primrose in the play, when addressing her daugh-
Iters.-The worthy matron was right Would
that all my female readers who are sorrowing
oolshly because they are not in all respects like
Dubufe's Eve, or that statue of the Medcan We
nus, (which enchants the world could be per-
suaded to listen to her. What is good looking
as Horace Smith remarks, but looking good
Be good, be womanly, be gentle, generous in
your sympathes, heedful of the well-being OF
all around you, and my word tor it, you will not
lack kind-words of admiration. Loving and
pleasant associations will gather about you. Ne
yer mind the ugly picture which your glass may
throw back to you. That mirror has no heart
But quite another visage is yours on the retina
of human sympathy.-There the beauty of no.
illness, of purity, of that inward grace (which
lpasseth show" rests over it, softening and mel
lowing its features, just as the full, calm moon
II r,1Hfc fboco Of roIIoh MT bo,.
monious Iovelness. "Hold up your heads, girls =
| repeat after Mrs. Primrose. Why should you
not? 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,
stffcning in the cold Of Northern winter seem
ed the diminutive, smoke stained women of Lap
land, who wrapped him in their furs, and minis
TERED to his necessities with kindness and gen
tie words of compassion. Lovely to the home
sick heart of Park seemed the dark maids of Sc
CO. as they sung their low and simple song of
welcome beside his bed; and sought to comfort
the white stranger, who had no smother to bring
him milk, and no wife to grind him corn" Oh!
talk as we may, of beauty as thing to be CHS
selcd from marble or wrought out on canvass
speculate as we may upon its colors and out
lines, what is it but an intellectual abstraction,
after all9 The heart feels a beauty of another
kind--looking through the outward environment,
it discovers deeper and more real loveliness
Quite the ugest face ever saw, was that Of o
woman whom the world called beautiful. Thro
its "siIvcr VEIL" the evil and ungentle passions
looked out, hideous and hateful. On the other
hand, there are faces which the multitude, at
first glance, pronounce homely-unattractive
and such as "nature fashions by the gross,
which always recognize with warm heart
thrill; not for the world would have one fea.
ture changed; they please me as they are; they
are hallowed by kind memories; they are benut
ful through their associations; nor are they any
the less welcome, that with my admiration o
them "the stranger intermeddeth not"-J. G
| Whittier.