The Ocala banner. (Ocala, Marion County, Fla.) 1883-194?, 1914-09-18

damp, this part of US, infinitely the
most delicate and sensitive OF all,
nerves so immeasurably finer, nerves
whose exquisite texture record every
minutest change and shade of express
sion,-that this, the body's supreme
nerve-centre, should be left open by
us to every wind that blows! Cloth
ing, after all, is largely a convention.
The best bit of us does without 1t.
Face architecture is an old art, one
of the oldest in the world. Babylon
and Egypt were proficient in it, There
is a curious chapter in Clement of
Alexandria, where he describes the
manner of making up" amongst the
Alexandrian ladies of his time. Evi.
IDENTIFY the second century could, in
these mysteries, give points to the
twentieth, But, alas, nature does
not smile on these methods; or, II
she does, her smile has too much
sarcasm in it, She regards them as
a peddling trade. What worth they
are, how far they go, is known TO the
lady's maid, who visits her mistress
in the morning.
Nature has a face architecture OF
another kind-august, venerable.
sometimes terrible. Her instruments
are time and the will, the events that
happen to a man, the million million
volitions which spring from and react
on the character. The craving tool
is the soul itself The other day IL
fell to the writer to meet some friends
of his boyhood, once familiar figures,
whom he had not seen for fifty years.
Here, indeed, was genuine work. fate
full work. What a product of time and
the hours! The once 1.-THE forms
bowed and stiffened; the once smooth
eager faces covered with wrinkles;
eye, speech, expression, how changed.
transformed! All the varied scenes
Of life, all the experiences gone
through-the lifting joys, the poignant
sorrow, all the secret thoughts Of the
heart, had left here each their mark:
all had wrought on the plastic mater
ial and made this new. strange unrec-
ognizable picture. 81 should not
have known you!" was, on each side.
the startled expression. One felt
here the solemnity, the tragedy of
living-how each of us is adrift on
the current that carries us all away.
Yet the study of the face is not
wholly a sombre one. 1t offers one of
the greatest of. revelations. 1t shows
us the profound spirituality OF nature.
We see here how it conquers and re-
fines matter, how it transfuses 1t
with the highest things of the soul.
Look into the face of some noble
character, some inspired leader of
men. Observe it's strength, its beau
ty, it's sweetness. 1t was not always
like that. The newborn child was a
mere pulpy mass. from which you
could divine nothing. But through
the years, since the soul awoke, since
character began to form and make
it's great decisions, the inner wealth
of the spirit has been flowing out up
on the features, moulding, transform
ing them, pouring into their flesh and
blood all the beauty Of It's secret life.
Here thought has materialized, and
matter has been spiritualized. In
this action of the soul upon the face,
do we not catch a glimpse of what lip
going on in the universe? Have We
not here in this selected bit of mat
ter an image, a prophecy, of what the
whole world, natures utmost realm.
is yet to come? The cosmos is also
being spiritualized; it's rude chaotic
mass is being wrought on from with
in, and is yet to be the triumph of
thought, through it's utmost borders
to be made beautiful by the soul that
is withini