Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1862-05-06
LOVE AND BEAUTY.

1t is quite possible FOR man or woman
either 10 be tno handsome. We do not pre-
tend that it is an original remark, SPRING
ing from our own brain. because cur con-
science forces US to acknowledge the work
ing. Nevertheless, it is co observation
which few make aud fewer still viii confess
t. lie true Therefore, We intend to enter
tie lists in behalf of ugliness. From this
declaration it will doubtless be concluded
that we are scme old bachelor ugly enough
70 rrighteu lie crows, as country children
say hu, decidedly not the case.
Having thus giving out our theeis, it j,
our intention TO iliustrafe it by a tale-au
.sower true tale" as the annual would
write and moreover we judge it best at
once To acknOw that it is love tale {;
no wonderful sel(-devotion, no Eeroism in
humtle life will be found therein there
fore gentle reader it is useless to seek it,
And after this exnrdiHm we will e.in.
Philip Ieathcote lived in country
! town, where he was the beau par excel
| leuce-the Adouis, Apollo, Narcissuc Of
almost every young lady from fifteen to
! fifty; aud to tell the truth, Philip was
| very handsome, We have NJ intention of
! describing categcrically his eyes, nose anG
/ mouth, because beauty is entirely a per-
! scnal matter. 1t is seldom that two people
! agree on the subject. Each of them has
! his or her ideal of perfection, and judges
| others to a certain extent as they approach
| 70 or diverge from this image formed in
each mind. Ugliness becomes beauty and
| beauty ugl ness, according to ones own
| fancy. There is no glamor 80 complete as
that Of loving eye. Therefore let each
fair tne picture our young hero as resemb
! ling her own, aud she will like Philip
| Heatbcote all the better.
Philip was one of these persons who
| seem born with talents for everything
His conversation was winning enough to
vile bird off bush he was man of in
| finite humor and possessed that ever well
| come quality Of making the dullest party
merry when he entered. Then he was the
best dancer, singer, and flute player for
| miles around, wrote poetry, composed songs
drew likenesses-in short, Philip was a
pattern of perfection. His praise rang
through the country round; none were in
| sensible to it save one, the very last he
would have wished to be so-a young girl
named Margaret Lester.
| With that peculiar contradiction which
characteriEos love young ueathcote's heart
If he had one-which some doubted
was diven to one entirely the opposite o.
himself Quiet, unassuming, not beauti'
! fol, only interesting, with no accomplish
ment save sweet voice which could war
| BILE forever, Margaret Lester bad yet stoler
away all the love which was snowy, fascin
ating, dashing Philip could bestow and
wonderful to tell, was quite iLsensible t.
her Erize. She was not in love with any
one else, that was certain; and that the
gentle, sweet Margaret was heartless-
that was quite impossible too; and yet she
did not care for Philip iu the least. She
never asked for his poetry; seldom SINS
with him, was perfectly happy to waltz
with any one else would quietly and with
out changing color acknowledge his per
sonal aud mental qualities and praise hin
with the greatest unconcerP. 80 month";
and months these two moved through thu
circles of country gaiety, meeting constant
" and furnishing for some time granC
speculation. In worldly matters both wert
equal; neither very rich nor poor-wel
matched as the gosSIps said /; but it was al
useless; and Philip at last, mortified Will
the calm indifference which his homage
won from the gentle girl, ceased all out
ward show Of it, paid attention equally tt
every new or pretty face and seemed de
mined to dazzle or charm without evel
really loving or being loved. Margaret wa
apparently unmovet by her lovers adora-
ton. Her real thoughts on the subJec
were only expressed to her mother, wh'
naturally wished to see her daughter
settled.
"Wby could you not ike Philip Heath
cote ?" asked Mrs. Lester. "You know
love, he has good prospects; every one ad'
mires him; be is very handsome aud is the
life of all society wherever he goes"
THAT is the very reason be did no
please me, dear mamma" answered Mar
garet. u should not wish my husband tt