he figure as an instrument for the expression of
emotions, the result of all this being an unfavorable reaction upon
the mind and character of the unfortunate victims. One of his maxims
is: "A beautiful woman is at her lowest plane in a tight-fitting
dress; an ugly woman on her highest in drapery!"

General Remarks.

Educated men and women of to-day study social, domestic and political
economy, forgetting that vital economy that Delsarte teaches is more
essential to our interests and the interests of our descendants.

"Relax, relax, relax!" one is tempted to cry in unison with Edmond
Russell. Give us what there is in you. Make yourself "a being whose
body is the exponent of the soul responsive to every command of the
spirit."

Cease limping through life on high-heeled shoes. Cease lifting the
shoulders, fidgeting the hands, painfully raising the eyebrows, and
contorting the face into a meaningless smile. Remember that all facial
contortions leave indelible traces in their wake. The laugh, or broad
smile that half closes, or squints the eyes, engraves those fine
ray-like, much-dreaded lines about the eye, known as crow's feet.
Remember that "laughter ages the face more than tears." Smile more
often with the eyes. Let them light up and laugh for you. Trust me, in
most cases a vast improvement will result, since scarcely any adult
laughs well, and if there is some trait of affectation, frivolity,
cruelty, or even coarseness in the character, uncontrolled laughter
will be the sure exponent thereof.

Rest more. Do not try to accomplish too many things at once. Do not
let your thoughts be weeks or days ahead of you and the task in hand.
This would be imposing double duty upon the already strained physique.
If the body is at one store, do not let the mind fly off to shop in
half a dozen other stores to snatch "bargains" from the hands of other
over-burdened ones.

Straighten out the frowns on your strained brows. Cease carrying
numberless loose packages, and loads of heavy skirts in your hands,
and struggling with the well-dressed mob to secure coveted bargains.
They are dearly bought at the loss of beauty, youth and repose. One
such day ages the face. If you do not believe it, ye dwellers in
cities, go stand before your mirror next time you reach home, dusty,
rasped, fragmentary, weary from a day of counter-shoving, neither
mistress of yourself nor those about you, and the face that meets your
gaze will tell its own