armony and sweetness wherever you go that no one will
notice any plainness or deformity of person.

There are girls who have dwelt upon what they consider their
unfortunate plainness so long that they have seriously exaggerated it.
They are not half so plain as they think they are; and, were it not for
the fact that they have made themselves very sensitive and
self-conscious on the subject, others would not notice it at all. In
fact, if they could get rid of their sensitiveness and be natural, they
could, with persistent effort, make up in sprightliness of thought, in
cheerfulness of manner, in intelligence, and in cheery helpfulness,
what they lack in grace and beauty of face.

We admire the beautiful face, the beautiful form, but we love the face
illumined by a beautiful soul. We love it because it suggests the
ideal of the possible perfect man or woman, the ideal which was the
Creator's model.

It is not the outward form of our dearest friend, but our ideal of
friendship which he arouses or suggests in us that stirs up and brings
into exercise our love and admiration. The highest beauty does not
exist in the actual. It is the ideal, possible beauty, which the
person or object symbolizes or suggests, that gives us delight.

Everyone should endeavor to be beautiful and attractive; to be as
complete a human being as possible. There is not a taint of vanity in
the desire for the highest beauty.

The love of beauty that confines itself to mere external form, however,
misses its deepest significance. Beauty of form, of coloring, of light
and shade, of sound, make our world beautiful; yet the mind that is
warped and twisted can not see all this infinite beauty. It is the
indwelling spirit, the ideal in the soul, that makes all things
beautiful; that inspires and lifts us above ourselves.

We love the outwardly beautiful, because we crave perfection, and we
can not help admiring those persons and things that most nearly embody
or measure up to our human ideal.

But a beautiful character will make beauty and poetry out of the
prosiest environment, bring sunshine into the darkest home, and develop
beauty and grace amid the ugliest surroundings.

What would become of us if it were not for the great souls who realize
the divinity of life, who insist upon bringing out and emphasizing its
poetry, its music, its harmony and beauty?

How sordid and common our lives would become but for these
beauty-makers, these in