THE BEAUTY-COLLEGE TOY.

"Mother! Have you seen this?" exclaimed Genevieve. "Do listen what the paper says:—

"'The latest American notion is the recently instituted College of Beauty in New York. The College course knows nothing of dyes, or cosmetics, or powders.... One branch of study deals with the features of the face. The most enchanting beauty of expression will result from the methods adopted in the College. The effect of music on the features receives great attention; the eyes are to be enlarged by Verdi's music; the air of intelligence heightened by Chopin's; and various other ameliorations brought about by other composers, and poets, and so forth.' Just fancy, mother!"

Genevieve was wrapped in silent musing for some minutes; then she arose and crossed over to the mirror and gazed critically into it.

"Of course, it's all nonsense, mother, eh?" she said.

"Most absurd nonsense, my love—most absurd!" replied Mother.

Then Genevieve opened the piano abstractedly and began passing her fingers mechanically over the keys, which, strange to say, gave forth an air by Verdi. The mirror was right opposite Genevieve as she sat at the piano, and she looked casually at it many times.

When tea-time came, two hours and a half later, she was still strumming—strumming a little thing by Verdi, as it happened. Mother sat and smiled upon her indulgently.

That night, when Genevieve had retired to rest, she heard the faint sounds of the piano from the drawing-room; it was playing an air from Verdi. Mother was the only person downstairs who could play the piano.

"Mother," said Genevieve, next day, "of course that must be all nonsense about the College of Beauty, eh? Of course, it would be quite impossible to make oneself more beautiful by——"

"Of course, Jenny, of course—sheer nonsense!" said Mother.

"Ye-es, of course," said Jenny. "But I've often thought I should so love to see New York—haven't you?"

"New York is—no doubt—a—a very interesting place," said Mother.

"Do let's go—just to see New York!" said Genevieve.

"Er—well; I'll speak to papa about it. You do want a change," said Mother.

There was a ring.

"Oh, mother, here's Miss Cloot just getting out of her victoria," said Genevieve. "Now, the College of Beauty would be a godsend to her! You must really tell her about it—it would be a charity!"

Miss Cloot was the ugliest old maid in London and its environs within a radius of twenty miles; she was really dreadful—that's the only word for it. She was comfortably off, yet she was still a spinster at forty. She was a remarkable woman, was Miss Cloot—you'll see.

During a lull in the conversation, Mother introduced the subject of the College of Beauty—as a charity. At first Miss Cloot listened with somewhat feeble interest; but after a few moments there suddenly appeared in her eye a remarkable light; beyond that, there was little perceptible change in her manner; but anyone who knew her well would have known that that light in her eye meant something.

"Dear me, yes, very interesting—an excellent notion," said Miss Cloot, blandly.

"'AN EXCELLENT NOTION,' SAID MISS CLOOT."

"But you can't think for an instant that there's anything in it?" said Mother.

"Dear me, why not?" said Miss Cloot. "I have no doubt there's a great deal in it. Why shouldn't there be?—'Too wonderful to be true!'—well, but, are Edison's inventions too wonderful to be true? Oh, dear me, no! Not a bit too wonderful. You may be sure there's something in it."

"Do—er—do you propose to——?" began Mother: and then it suddenly occurred to her that she had better not ask that question; so she turned it off to—"get any new things this spring?"

Miss Cloot went straight home with that remarkable light in her eye all the time; and when she got in she straightway sat down and wrote a dozen letters. Miss Cloot numbered among her extensive acquaintance twelve old maids, all comfortably off, and all plain—though falling short of her own attainments in the latter respect.

On the evening of the following day there was a tea party at Miss Cloot's—it consisted of those twelve other old maids of her acquaintance. It was more of a board meeting than an ordinary tea party, for they took their seats round a table at the head of which sat their hostess.

"Ladies!" said Miss Cloot (who really was a remarkable woman—the more I reflect upon her, the more I am impressed by this fact), "I have asked you here to-day to discuss a very important matter—very important to us. Possibly you may have seen this paragraph in the newspaper?" and she handed round the cutting which she had taken from Genevieve's paper.

The twelve old maids read it, and did not seem to see much in it. Miss Cloot's keen intuition perceived this.

"I did not expect you to. We can't all be of brilliant intellect, of course," she said. "Pray don't think I blame you for any deficiencies in that respect; we none of us can radically alter the intelligence—or want of it—which has been vouchsafed to us."

"But this is a hoax, of course, Celina?" said Miss Wheevyl. "Quite absurd and impossible!"

"THERE WAS A TEA PARTY AT MISS CLOOT'S."

"Not in the least!" replied Miss Cloot, emphatically. "Neither absurd nor impossible. That's where you show your ignorance, Jane. Pray understand, my friends, that I am not proposing that you should all rush out to that College in New York (although Heaven knows you all need its assistance); no, you will do better by remaining where you are. Now, concerning this College. I know what you are going to say—'It doesn't exist!' Very well; what I have to say is, if it doesn't exist, why——"

"DO LISTEN!"

At this moment, unfortunately, the door of the council-chamber was suddenly shut, and we heard no more.

"Mother!" said Genevieve, a week or so after, "there's a whole page of advertisement of that College of Beauty in New York! Do listen: 'Ladies desirous of enrolling themselves as students at the College of Beauty are requested to send in their names at once to the secretaress, Madame Brown. The first hundred ladies will be received at the following reduced fees: Facial-Beauty Curriculum (including Eye-Enlarging, Gaze-Softening, Dimple, Ethereal-Expression, Piquancy, and other classes), 100dols. per term of twelve months.... The system having now been perfected and exhaustively tested, testimonials from Ladies Well Known in Society, who have been rescued from VARIOUS DEGREES OF HOMELINESS and developed into Beauties of the First Water, will be sent to all applicants. The leading transatlantic steamship companies have made special arrangements for the conveyance of parties of ladies proceeding to the College of Beauty, New York.'

"Of course, it can't be true, can it, mother?" said Genevieve.

"Oh, dear, no, my love," said Mother.

"But we will go and have a look at New York; won't we?"

"Yes, I think we may as well."

The booming of the College of Beauty re-echoed deafeningly from end to end of the London Press. The subject was dragged into every paragraph about everything. It was the universal topic.

Some weeks after this Jenkinson looked up Wiffler in the evening, and threw himself down in a chair with an exclamation of disgust.

"Hanged if they haven't gone!" he grunted.

"HANGED IF THEY HAVEN'T GONE!"

"Gone? Who?" said Wiffler, passing the tobacco-jar.

"Why, Mrs. Jenkinson and Genevieve have gone to New York—for a change, they said; but they can't hoodwink me. They've gone to that College of Beauty—that's where they've gone! Nice state of things for me! Left all alone, as if I didn't happen to have such articles as a wife and daughter.... Where's your wife? Theatre—opera?"

"Not a bit of it!" replied Wiffler, gloomily. "Gone to New York, my friend; and now I see why they were so mad to go that way, although Matilda hates the sea and always gets frightfully ill. Now I see!"

At that moment Gradbury burst in melodramatically, the image of despair.

"Hullo, Gradbury!" said the other two, "what's wrong with you?"

"Ugh! Everything!" growled Gradbury. "Nice game for a man's wife and three daughters and niece to go off all at once to——"

"New York?" cried Wiffler and Jenkinson, in a breath.

"Ah!—that's the very place!" shrieked Gradbury. "And I'll tell you what—I've my suspicions that——"

"Your suspicions are well founded," said Jenkinson, in a hollow voice. "That was their object."

Then those three miserable men went off to the club; and the hubbub as they entered the smoke-room told them that something was amiss. Frodwell was standing on the hearthrug declaiming about the right place for a wife being by her husband's side instead of frivolling off to crack-brained colleges holding out all manner of insane and impracticable ——.

About twenty other clubbites stood round and grunted approval.

Anger and gloom were the dominant principles of that smoke-room.

"Your wife gone over? Oh, no, of course, you haven't got a wife," said Jenkinson to young Flabtree.

"No; and what's more, I'm not likely to have one now. My best girl's gone over to New York—for three years she thinks. Hanged if I know how she can be improved by that fool of a college—for that's where she's off to, you bet! Her fringe keeps frizzy in wet weather, and she has a little dimple each side of her nose; so what more can she want?"

"All my best girls have gone!" said poor young Grownder, sinking into a settee and covering his face with his hands.

"POSTERS."

It was the same sad story at every club you entered; bereaved married men and deserted bachelors stood mopingly on the hearthrugs or flopped in limp despair on the big chairs. Every day the papers had been filled with advertisements and "pars" and articles about the College of Beauty; flaring posters, with pictures of a lady, before and after a course of the College, covered London: the before lady had wild red hair, a pug-nose, a heavy squint, one immense front tooth, lips like a negro's, and the figure of a sack of potatoes; the after lady—supposed to be the same person—had a Grecian nose, great blue eyes, wavy brown hair, and an ideal figure. Every day the crisis became more grave; the great transatlantic lines had hired extra ships to fill with ladies proceeding to New York: it had been made "worth the while" of several eminent London physicians to prescribe a course of "New York." The sight of a lady in the London streets was becoming more and more rare. Men in a hopeless state of dejection, even of melancholy insanity, roved aimlessly about the pavements. The club-houses had to hire extra accommodation for men whose homes, bereft of the feminine element, had become loathsome and abhorrent to them.

Beautiful suburban villas were left deserted, the dust growing visibly upon the furniture; domestic life among the upper and middle classes had ceased to exist. The milliners' shops were closed; suburban tradesmen were becoming bankrupt; feminine parts at the theatres were played by youths as in old times, while the stalls and dress-circle presented an unbroken line of wretched men, clad in tweed suits, dressing-gowns—anything; so demoralized does man become the instant the refining influence of woman is withdrawn.

There was another board-meeting of the spinsters at Miss Cloot's. Their number was reduced by two recalcitrants, who had been unable to resist the New York fever and had deserted the ranks.

"Idiots!" said Miss Cloot.

Miss Cloot rose at the head of the table and said:—

"Ladies, I need hardly tell you that the operations of our society have been, and are, a complete success. In the course of another week there will not be a woman of any position, except ourselves, in the Metropolitan area. Our secretary, Miss McSwinger, will read to you the numbers of embarcations for New York for the week ending yesterday; and Miss Gorgonia V. Nickerbocker, our New York factotum, is now present among us, and will set before you the statistics of the hiring and fitting up of new annexes of the College of Beauty, which at present accommodates four million seven hundred thousand and odd ladies.

"You will recall to mind how, at our first and preliminary meeting, I said to you: 'What I have to say is, that if this College of Beauty, set forth in this newspaper cutting, does not exist, why, it shall exist; and we will create it.' Whether the original College ever did exist I do not know, but ours does. Ladies, it was an idea such as has seldom occurred to woman since the beginning of time. You came wisely forward and threw in your money with mine to set this great work on foot; our money has now gone; but, by reason of the term-fees paid by the pupils, the College is now entirely self-supporting.

"THE LAYING-IN OF JAPANESE FANS."

"Now, ladies, is your time! All the pretty women have gone to New York; every month a certain number of men in this vast Metropolis suddenly decide to marry; for the last five months the deciders have lacked the item indispensable to the carrying out of their object—a woman to marry. The domestic arrangement which they calculated upon, and had prepared for, in many cases even to the laying-in of Japanese fans, scent-cases, hanging wardrobes, and other articles of furniture, has been hopelessly postponed.

"The aggregate of outstanding matrimonial decisions has, owing to the absence of a helpmate to join the board after allotment, become enormous.

"WRETCHED MEN."

"Ladies, those men must marry someone, or the scent-cases and wardrobes will lose their freshness: and they must marry US, or none. It may surprise you when I say that they will prefer even you to none: but you will find it is so!

"Ladies!" she continued, "we have triumphed! Do you hear the murmur without—the murmur of multitudes like the ocean? It is the men! They know that eleven eligible spinsters—not to speak of our excellent factotum, Miss McSwinger—are assembled in this room. Look!"

In two strides she had reached the window-curtains. She threw them back. Without, the whole square and adjacent streets were packed with a surging mass of stove-pipe hats.

As the curtains separated there arose a vast and deafening shout, while ten thousand hands simultaneously held aloft ten thousand wedding rings.

"MISS CLOOT STEPPED OUT UPON THE BALCONY."

Miss Cloot opened the window, and stepped out upon the balcony.

"Gentlemen!" she said, "I must entreat you to be patient and maintain order. It is impossible for us to accept all of you: I regret to inform you that twelve only amid your vast and imposing throng can be made happy. If you will disperse in an orderly way, you can obtain Offer of Marriage forms, which I will ask you to fill up with particulars of your stations in life, incomes, characters, and other details. I have made arrangements so that the forms can be obtained of any respectable chemist, bookseller, tobacconist, or house agent, or at the Army and Navy or Civil Service Stores.

"All applications will be considered, and the acceptations printed in the Times, Pink 'Un, Matrimonial News, and Exchange and Mart.

"I will now entreat you to disperse quietly, without any demonstration. Good-day."

Three weeks from that time the twelve spinsters were married at St. George's. Miss Cloot had accepted a duke, seven other ladies earls, one a wealthy brewer, two pill millionaires, and the remaining one a poet-laureate. Some time after, the ladies began to return from New York; whether they are any lovelier, I cannot say. Can woman be lovelier than she is? Never mind, I don't want a series of letters about it.

At any rate, those twelve ladies married at St. George's are all very, very happy; which shows that, although beauty and goodness are inestimable gifts, wits are worth having.

J. F. Sullivan.

Watches

of All Times

[PAL'S PUZZLE PAGE.]

[INDEX.]

PAGE.
ACTORS' MAKE-UP149
(Illustrations by Horace Moreham.)
ANARCHIST, AN. From the French of Eugéne Moret339
(Illustrations by Paul Hardy.)
ANTONIO'S ENGLISHMAN. By W. L. Alden451
(Illustrations by Paul Hardy.)
ARTISTS' CLUB, A BOHEMIAN. By Alfred T. Story488
(Illustrations by G. G. Kilburne, W. H. Pike, Robt. Sauber, J. Finnemore, W. A. Breakspear, C. Cattermole, Carl Haag, and W. D. Almond, and from Photographs by Scott & Sons, Exeter, and Russell & Sons.)
BEAUTIES:—
XIII.—Children: Miss Edith Marguerite Dickinson, Miss Dorothy Birch Done, Miss Evelyn Mary Dowdell, Miss Madge Erskine, Miss Winnifred Emma Heale, Miss Kathleen Keyse, Miss Nelly M. Morris, Miss Aligander Smith, Miss Myrta Vivienne Stubbs77
XIV.—Ladies: Miss Christine Beauclerc, Mrs. W. H. Cook, Miss Croker, Mrs. Gardner, Miss Maud Gonne, Miss Hamilton, Miss Jameson, Miss Evelyn Millard, Lady Helen Vincent186
XV.—Children: Miss May Barnes, Miss Doris Mamie Butler, Miss Doris G. Clegg, Masters Cuthbert, Eustace, Michael, and Cyril Cox, Miss Gracie Dodds, Miss Gladys Huddart, Miss Gladys Lilian Tansley, Miss Muriel Glanville Taylor270
XVI.—Ladies: Miss Barnett, Miss Annie O'Deane, Miss Nancy Noel, Miss Agnes C. Stevenson, Miss Nora Williamson426
XVII.—Children: Misses Dorothy and Marjorie Holmes, Miss Phyllis Lott, Miss Katie Martindale, Miss Margot Amy Cecil Russell, Miss Winifred Mary Winter538
XVIII.—Ladies: Miss Daisy Baldry, Mrs. Glyndeur Foulkes, Miss Franks, Miss Mabel Morphett, Miss Louie Spencer, Miss Irene Vanbrugh[634]
BETWEEN THE ACTS. From the French of M. Blowitz115
(Illustrations by Paul Hardy.)
BLIZZARD, LOST IN A. By G. H. Lees285
(Illustrations by W. Christian Symons.)
BRITISH EMBASSY AT PARIS, THE. By Mary Spencer-Warren289
(Illustrations from Photographs by Messrs. Gunn & Stuart, Richmond.)
BURDETT-COUTTS, THE BARONESS. (See "Illustrated Interviews")348
CAMBRIDGE UNION SOCIETIES, OXFORD AND502
CLARK, PERSONAL REMINISCENCES OF SIR ANDREW. By E. H. Pitcairn 65
(Illustrations from Photographs by Messrs. Mayor & Meredith, Bassano, and Wyrall; and from a Painting by G. F. Watts, R.A.)
COMPOSERS WORK, HOW. By F. A. Jones.
Part I.—With facsimiles of the MSS. of Sir Joseph Barnby, John F. Barnett, Jacques Blumenthal, F. H. Cowen, Alfred R. Gaul, Charles Gounod, Edward Grieg, and Chas. H. Lloyd206
Part II.—With facsimiles of the MSS. of Meyer Lutz, A. C. Mackenzie, Tito Mattel, Hubert Parry, Ebenezer Prout, Rubinstein, Saint-Saëns, Stanford, Strauss, Berthold Tours, and P. Tschaïkowsky428
COOPER, R.A., THOMAS SIDNEY. (See "Illustrated Interviews") 227
CRIMES AND CRIMINALS:—
I.—Dynamite and Dynamiters119
II.—Burglars and Burgling273
III.—Coiners and Coining416
IV.—Forgers and Begging-Letter Writers[627]
(Illustrations from Photographs and Drawings.)
DIARY OF A DOCTOR, STORIES FROM THE. By the Authors of "The Medicine Lady."
VII.—The Horror of Studley Grange3
VIII.—Ten Years' Oblivion159
IX.—An Oak Coffin255
X.—Without Witnesses394
XI.—Trapped465
XII.—The Ponsonby Diamonds[606]
(Illustrations by A. Pearse.)
DICKENS, THE SIGNATURES OF CHARLES. By J. Holt Schooling80
(Illustrations from facsimiles.)
DIVING-DRESS, MY. By One Who Has Done With It383
(Illustrations by Harold Piffard.)
FAMILY NAME, THE. From the French of Henri Malin99
(Illustrations by H. R. Millar.)
FULLER, LÖIE. The Inventor of the Serpentine Dance. By Mrs. M. Griffith540
(Illustrations by Sarony, New York; Mora, New York; Elder, Iowa; Reutlinger, Paris; and Riders, Chicago.)
GIOVANNI. By J. D. Symon133
(Illustrations by J. Finnemore.)
HANDCUFFS94
(Written and Illustrated by Inspector Moser.)
HELMET, THE. From the French of Ferdinand Beissier41
(Illustrations by Jean de Paleologue.)
HOLLAND, THE QUEEN OF. By Mary Spencer-Warren17
(Illustrations from Photographs by Messrs. Gunn & Stuart, Richmond, and W. G. Kuijer, Amsterdam.)
ILLUSTRATED INTERVIEWS.
XXX.—Mr. Edward Lloyd. By Harry How175
(Illustrations from Photographs by Messrs. Elliott & Fry.)
XXXI.—Mr. Thomas Sidney Cooper, R.A. By Harry How227
(Illustrations from Drawings and a Painting by Mr. T. S. Cooper, R.A., and from Photographs by Messrs. Elliott & Fry.)
XXXII.—The Baroness Burdett-Coutts. By Mary Spencer-Warren348
(Illustrations by Warne Browne, Sir Edmund Henderson, Edmund Caldwell, and from Photographs by Messrs. Elliott & Fry.)
XXXIII.—Mr. Charles Wyndham. By Harry How513
(Illustrations from a Painting by John Pettie, R.A.; and from Photographs by Messrs. Elliott & Fry; London Stereoscopic Co.; Falk, New York; Barraud; and Mr. John F. Roberts.)
XXXIV.—Sir Francis and Lady Jeune. By Harry How[575]
(Illustrations from a Drawing by Mr. Harry Furniss, and from Photographs by Messrs. Elliott & Fry.)
IRON CASKET, THE. From the German[653]
(Illustrations by H. R. Millar.)
JEUNE, SIR FRANCIS AND LADY. (See "Illustrated Interviews")[575]
LAND OF YOUTH, THE. A Story for Children. A Scandinavian Popular Tale212
(Illustrations by H. R. Millar.)
LESSEPS, COUNT FERDINAND DE. By His God-daughter[636]
(Illustrations from Photographs by Nadar, Reutlinger, Liébert, and Daireaux, Paris.)
LIGHT: A London Idyll. by E. M. Hewitt[591]
(Illustrations by Paul Hardy.)
LLOYD, MR. EDWARD. (See "Illustrated Interviews")175
MARTIN HEWITT, INVESTIGATOR. By A. G. Morrison.
I.—The Lenton Croft Robberies305
II.—The Loss of Sammy Crockett361
III.—The Case of Mr. Foggatt526
IV.—The Case of the Dixon Torpedo[563]
(Illustrations by Sidney Paget.)
MIRROR, THE. From the French of George Japy90
(Illustrations by Alan Wright.)
MUSIC OF NATURE, THE. By T. Camden Pratt. Part II.46
(Illustrations by Adolph G. Döring.)
OXFORD AND CAMBRIDGE UNION SOCIETIES, THE.
I.—Oxford. By J. B. Harris-Burland502
(Illustrations from Photographs by C. Court Cole & Gillman, Oxford.)
II.—Cambridge. By St. J. Basil Wynne Willson, M.A.507
(Illustrations from Photographs by Stearn, Cambridge; London Stereoscopic Company; and Beaufort, Birmingham.)
PALACE OF VANITY, A. From the French of Mme. Emile de Girardin322
(Illustrations by H. R. Millar.)
PICTURES, SOME INTERESTING[640]
(Illustrations by a Chinese Artist, Lord Nelson, W. M. Thackeray, John Gadbury, and from a Photograph.)
PORTRAITS OF CELEBRITIES AT DIFFERENT TIMES OF THEIR LIVES:—
Astley, Sir John, Bart[626]
Bannerman, Mr. Campbell, M.P.415
Burton, Lady157
Canziani, Madame (Miss Louisa Starr)[624]
Cole, Madame Belle51
Dilke, Sir Charles, M.P.500
Dilke, Lady501
Dumas, Alexandre, Fils158
Godfrey, Dan305
Hesse, The Grand Duke of412
Ibsen, Henrik156
Kennedy, Mr. Justice304
Leitner, Dr. G. W.[623]
Lichfield, The Bishop of155
Loch, Sir Henry50
Lopes, Lord Justice411
Mackenzie, Dr.154
Peterborough, the Bishop of52
Rosebury, Lord498
Russia, Czar of302
Saxe-Coburg, Princess Victoria Melita of413
Scott-Holland, Rev. Canon497
Stoddart, A. E.[625]
Temple, Sir Richard, M.P.54
Tupper, Sir Charles[622]
Wantage, Lord53
Wellington, Duke of303
Wills, Mr. Justice499
Winchester, Bishop of301
Worcester, Bishop of414
QUEEN'S YACHT, THE[587]
(Illustrations from Photographs by G. West & Son, Southsea; and Symonds & Co., Portsmouth.)
QUEER SIDE OF THINGS, THE:—
Beauty College Company, The[660]
Lamps of All Kinds and Times110
Master of Grange, The330
Major Microbe104
Mr. Hay553
Off to the Station560
Pal's Puzzles224, 448, [668]
Thinner-Out, The218
Two Styles, The112
Unbelievers' Club, The440
SINGING BOB. By Alice Maud Meadows197
(Illustrations by W. C. Symons.)
SMILE, THE BIRTH OF A306
(Illustrations from Photographs by Messrs. Elliott & Fry.)
SPEAKER'S CHAIR, FROM BEHIND THE. By Henry W. Lucy189, 388, 481, [645]
(Illustrations by F. C. Gould.)
TERRIBLE NEW YEAR'S EVE, A. By Kathleen Huddleston55
(Illustrations by W. Christian Symons.)
THAT STOUT GERMAN. By F. Bayford Harrison242
(Illustrations by Paul Hardy.)
THREE GOLD HAIRS OF OLD VSEVEDE, THE. A Story for Children546
(Illustrations by H. R. Millar.)
WATCHES OF ALL TIMES[666]
WYNDHAM, Mr. CHARLES. (See "Illustrated Interviews")513
ZEALOUS SENTINEL, A. An Incident of the Siege of Paris435
(Illustrations by H. R. Millar.)
ZIG-ZAGS AT THE ZOO. By A. G. Morrison.
XIX.—Zig-Zag Batrachian33
XX.—Zig-Zag Dasypidian141
XXI.—Zig-Zag Scansorial246
XXII.—Zig-Zag Saurian374
XXIII.—Zig-Zag Simian457
XXIV.—Zig-Zag Rodoporcine[590]
(Illustrations by J. A. Shepherd.)

GEORGE NEWNES, LIMITED, 8, 9, 10, AND 11, SOUTHAMPTON STREET, AND EXETER STREET, STRAND, W.C.

[Transcriber's Notes:]

Simple spelling, grammar, and typographical errors were silently corrected.

Anachronistic and non-standard spellings retained as printed.

Title page and table of contents added by transcriber.