AUTY"

BY MADAME LOLA MONTEZ,

COUNTESS OF LANDSFELD

A BEAUTIFUL FACE

If it be true "that the face is the index of the mind," the recipe for
a beautiful face must be something that reaches the soul. What can be
done for a human face that has a sluggish, sullen, arrogant, angry
mind looking out of every feature? An habitually ill-natured,
discontented mind ploughs the face with inevitable marks of its own
vice. However well shaped, or however bright its complexion, no such
face can ever become really beautiful. If a woman's soul is without
cultivation, without taste, without refinement, without the sweetness
of a happy mind, not all the mysteries of art can ever make her face
beautiful. And, on the other hand, it is impossible to dim the
brightness of an elegant and polished intellect. The radiance of a
charming mind strikes through all deformity of features, and still
asserts its sway over the world of the affections. It has been my
privilege to see the most celebrated beauties that shine in all the
gilded courts of fashion throughout the world, from St. James's to St.
Petersburgh, from Paris to Hindostan, and yet I have found no art
which can atone for an unpolished mind, and an unlovely heart. That
chastened and delightful activity of soul, that spiritual energy which
gives animation, grace, and living light to the animal frame, is,
after all, the real source of beauty in a woman. It is _that_ which
gives eloquence to the language of her eyes, which sends the sweetest
vermilion mantling to the cheek, and lights up the whole _personnel_
as if her very body thought. That, ladies, is the ensign of beauty,
and the herald of charms, which are sure to fill the beholder with
answering emotion and irrepressible delight.

PAINTS AND POWDERS

If Satan has ever had any direct agency in inducing woman to spoil or
deform her own beauty, it must have been in tempting her to use
_paints_ and _enamelling_. Nothing so effectually writes _memento
mori!_ on the cheek of beauty as this ridiculous and culpable
practice. Ladies ought to know that it is a sure spoiler of the skin,
and good taste ought to teach them that it is a frightful distorter
and deformer of the natural beauty of the "human face divine." The
greatest charm of beauty is in the _expression_ of a lovely face; in
those divine flashes of joy, and good-nature, and love, which beam in
the human countenance. But what expression can there be in a face
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