A Newcastle contemporary has been discussing the art of adding to the beauty of women by the use of cosmetics, &c. May I commend the following extract to the notice of the ladies of England?
"No woman is capable of being beautiful who is capable of being false. The true art of assisting beauty consists in embellishing the whole person by the ornaments of virtuous and commendable qualities. How much nobler is the contemplation of beauty when it is heightened by virtue! How faint and spiritless are the charms of a coquette, when compared with the loveliness of innocence, piety, good-humour, and truth—virtues which add a new softness to their sex, and even beautify their beauty! That agreeableness possessed by the modest virgin is now preserved in the tender mother, the prudent friend, and the faithful wife. Colours artfully spread upon canvas may entertain the eye, but not touch the heart; and she who takes no care to add to the natural graces of her person, noble qualities, may amuse as a picture, but not triumph as a beauty."
Cheltenham is a pleasant place. I quote from a memory which is, I know, miserably defective:
Year by year do England's daughters
In the fairest gloves and shawls
Troop to drink the Cheltenham waters,
And adorn the Cheltenham balls.
This is not the place that one would naturally associate with violent language over so small a matter as the rejection of some plans. A quarrel, however, has taken place in the Town Council, and terrible words have been spoken:—
"In the course of a discussion on the rejection of some plans, Mr. Margrett accused the acting chairman of the Streets Committee (Mr. Parsonage) with being influenced by personal and political motives against the person (Mr. Barnfield) who sent them in. Mr. Parsonage warmly retorted with the lie direct, and told Mr. Margrett that he knew he was lying. Mr. Lenthall accused Mr. Parsonage of being 'slip-shod' in his method of bringing up the minutes of the Streets Committee, because he had passed over without comment a dispute between the Corporation and the Board of Guardians. While denying this imputation, Mr. Parsonage said he would even prefer to be 'slip-shod' than to follow Mr. Lenthall's example of giving utterance to a long-winded and frothy oration over such a trumpery matter as a road fence."
After this I quite expected to read that some one—
... raised a point of order, when
A chunk of old red sandstone took him in the abdomen,
And he smiled a sort of sickly smile and curled upon the floor!
And the subsequent proceedings interested him no more.