The Jersey City news., 1903-02-04

irregular shape, almost transparent anu
fiat, and are mounted on bronze, the. rich
toned metal being wrought into dainty
garlands of flowers about half an inch
4 wide encircled and holding the shells in
place to model the dome shaped globe.
When lighted the illumination is lovely.
y There is a charm about the neat wom-
an that is as captivating as it is indie
!. BILE Her clothes tit perfectly and
they are put on properly. Thus she has
an inimitable style that is all her own.
and she easily outshines her more beau
tiful but less natty sister. Her gloves
are never soiled or broken and her foot
J wear is in the pink of condition. Her hair
reveals attention and care and her teeth
are refreshingly clean. Among a thou
sand women you would pick her out
as the one who imprssses you most fa-
vorably, says the Pittsburg observer"
Her under garments are as clean and
well fitting as her outer ones, and this is
one of the secrets of her charming ap-
pearance. She does not wear top-heayy-
looking hats or long trains ON the street,
like the woman of poor taste does. She
never vulgarizes herself By wearing cheap
jewelry and her handkerehiefs are al
ways fresh and of nice quality. Consis-
'tency characterizes her attire, making
her a jewel precious aud bright.
In England the plum pudding for the
or olr IL a,,J
put away for future use the week before
Advent. In America. with our modern
inventions, we do not have to make such
early preparations for we can buy almost
all materials all already prepared, but
there is one disadvantage in this systesu.
Women are likely to leave everything
until the last day; then. when Christ
mas comes, they work all the time and
are too tired to enjoy the dinner they
have cooked, or the festivities which fol-
low. More than two-thirls of the women
in this country who keep house either do
their own housework or employ only one
servant, seldom good cook So when it
comes to a Christmas dinner, the women
of the house must either cook almost
everything herself or personally superin-
tend the getting of the meal
-
There is time, !" writes a now grown
up woman OF her early days of that
bewildering experience of being neither
one thing or the other; time when
ones frock have no prenranent length Of
skirt or sleeve. but are const antly up and
down. We seem TO be made of arms
and legs, and the utmost charity Of our
fondest friend finds but an apologize ex-
preston, Poor child! She is just that
age!" We were always in the way then.
OF felt so, even when people were very.
kind and forgot us altogether-and how
to dispose of ourselves was a sad prob
lem.
Happy you are. growing girl" con-
tinues the writer out of her own expert
ence, if you take volume of Dickens
and go up into the garret and forget that
you are you, reading yourself into an
other world. 1t is the great, peaceful
time of your life; perhaps in this busy
world there win never come anoeher like
it, and happy is the girl who knows that
Whateyer unhappy sense the phrase may
have just that age is the golden age of
Dickens. No stupid-wise, critical inspee-
tion bothers you; you know and care
nothing about literature; style and pur-
pose are unheard of; words, paragraphs
and pages have no real substance, yoa
plunge through them, forgetting that you
read, YOU live and love and laugh and
hate and weep-and are never SO happy.
One perhaps never grows too old for
4 Dickens, and is not too young for him
very long; but however great a pleasure
he may always be, from ten to sixteen in
tae years of your life he Is one Of the
joys of living. It may not be peculiarly
4 true Of DickenS-.t is possible thar the
pleasure of doing anything again that We
loved first and best to do long ago, is
largely in the memory of the frs delight,
but true it certainly is in rereading the
joys and sorrows of our old Dickens
friends. We laughed in the garnet and we
laugh again over Sam Weller's wisdom
and absurdities, over Mrs. Bardell's an
ger and revenge, and over all the advem-
lures and nonsense of Pickwick and his
friends. We follow poor Oliver Twist
breahhlessly through his maze of bur
glars and rascals we went and smiled
with Peggotty and David Copperfeld
But Of all the lives we were led, and all
the sighs we saw, most of all did we
vivadly feel grief or horror when some
dearly beloved friend or rascal died We
cannot often weep over them now-we
know them to well, perhaps, and then we
have found out, with our prying, too
much of how it is done. We have learned
the trick of analyzing, and discovered
ways and means. In the garret we felt
the enchantment of the first balcony DIS
tance- now we have come down. and
nearer, and understood toe well the stage
machinery.
Encourage the gir to read Dickens in
the time when she is neither one thing
nor the other" concludes the wise wo-
man, "and 50 give her a world Of refuge
! from herself"
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