, 1874-04-05

appears to myself, it can bo only ve,l.''
an not prepared to agree with you" re-
sponded the gifted 3:ap!eton- ''societ,
has its science; which is The natura
adjustment OF things as they are, With the leas
amount Of offense. Admit that this Fall ha<
permeated every rank and stratum OF society
and it then becomes duty to protect ourselves
by seeming to be perfect We are mol perfect
ethically imperfect. Now, moral dye is that re-
ligioaa substitute which takes the place OF rani
dssedidcation. Good heavensl you would moi
have men seem what they are; nor women
either? You must have dye. Tho only ques-
ton il, how to use it with the least amount o1
lying"
''But what has this to do with hair-dye ?"
remarked. ''Your rhapsodies are carrying you
away from your text, and landing you il vision.
ary ethics OF most impossible nonsense"
"Ah you have no mind, "he continued, very
mitch irritated at my comment You cannot
g1nsp principle What am trying to drive
into your head-bus you are so amazingly dull
il the great and docp-lyiny truth, that
ALL MEN DYE;
and that the very most hc:ionai part OF their
dyeing ie, that they denyit. Wig, take that poor
unfortunate woman. Madame Rachel. That woman
was type OF London. She was the very apos-
tie Of tho public truth-that all men dye, but
that none haye the courage to confess it, She
ought to have had y statue erected to her in
Trafalgar Square, by al admiring, q grateful,
and an approcative nation. 5ho ought to have
been homaged BY both Houses Of Parliament as
the great pyshagoras OF dye, who had the cour-
age to follow as profession what others se-
cretly espouse. She boldly proclaimed-what
every one practcss-the principle OF dye. She
worshiped. though at mighty distance, the
Dukes aud Duchesses; the Senators, Bishops,
aud high clergy; the merchant-princes, leaders
OF fashion, and the Bar; in daring, but in the
most humble manner, to offer homage to Otei1'
fictions by practic:ng her own. Madame Rachel
kba Ia cf h3 ha hx
symbols, yet proclaimed the truth You dye,
sue said to the nineteenth century; permit me-
lust to dye your faces-snce you have already
dyed, without my aid, Jour hearts and con-
sciences, your minds, your morals, and your
souIs.'"
II think that g|ass OF sherry" I replied,
would be refreshing after Mdt-"
And leaviog the Arcade, we Bt1ollcd back to
nv chambers, and pursued the soft amenities Of
life in two very comfortable arn-chaara.
Now, shall confess it? Yes, Tbegan this
story expressly to make repara.ion: nnd, though
: l have fingered long upon the threshold, it is
onlyto show what a superior man poor Sta2feton
YVES, and therein to e1alt my own merltorlous
confession
Baw he was determined to dye-but whv7
The truth was thut beautiful girl, who had
eee.. him IN the Burlington Arcade, had got into
his hcad-and hair. He had heard the remark,
''Wliat handsome man that must have been-
before his hair turned gny and, being man
of iuductive thought, O. deductive, productive,
or what you will lie Instantly determined to dye.
That beautiful little facs-oh,
IT WAS so BEAUIHUL!-
peering beside him in the mirror had fas-
cinatsd his head-and hair. He lored that girl!
{This was very painful to me- I did not
tell him that knew hor am sorEy for this
now. l thought he wouid never discover her
never see her again; and Us had been intro
ducod, aud passed an evening in her society, I
was secretly decided that nothing SHOULD escape
me to let out u who she was. Stapleton could talk
Of no one else II have seen, he Eaid. 30 Soon
beautiful face, this morning, ever saw in my
ife." And then be went or to describe ler
features; her inefrable charm and youth;
pregnant and disastrous theme , hor childish
way and Innocence and her exquisite petite
ness Of style. / listened az one who was in-
h.ling, from afa1, the perfumes Of an unknown
garden. q Ii / could get an introduction to
fer," ho exclaimed, II would sacrifice half znJ
income.' (He might sacrifice the whole it he
hked, but he should no. ba introduced by me.)
The vory next morning I WAS walking
in the Burlington Arcade-fascinated, no doubt,
by yesterday-when I saw, to my unspeak-
able horror, Stapieton talking to hfrt 1ncon-
cerable wi1dnoss and eHrontery! Not merely
gazing not merely lnblbing, from respectful
and contemplative distance, the e1halatlons OF
her pictn1al beauty-but actually
TALKING, ooNvERs1No, LAUGHING!
Oh! this was too much: How could he have
impossible. must knock him down.
"Ah Walter" he said to NE, with mastery
Now, Christianity has some excellent ideas.
FoIglyng al enemy-and loving hi1n-ls,
Of course, beautiful prcccpt. TO
Lave forgiven Stapleton - and to