enchanting demeanour! It was this charm of
deportment which suggested to the French cardinal the expression of
"the native paradise of angels." The first thing to be said on the art
of deportment is that what is becoming at one age would be most
improper and ridiculous at another. For a young girl, for instance, to
sit as grave and stiff as "her grandmother cut in alabaster" would be
ridiculous enough, but not so much so, as for an old woman to assume
the romping merriment of girlhood. She would deservedly draw only
contempt and laughter upon herself.

Indeed a modest mien always makes a woman charming. Modesty is to
woman what the mantle of green is to nature--its ornament and highest
beauty. What a miracle-working charm there is in a blush--what
softness and majesty in natural _simplicity_, without which pomp is
contemptible, and elegance itself ungraceful.

There can be no doubt that the highest incitement to love is in
modesty. So well do wise women of the world know this, that they take
infinite pains to learn to wear the semblance of it, with the same
tact, and with the same motive that they array themselves in
attractive apparel. They have taken a lesson from Sir Joshua Reynolds,
who says: "men are like certain animals who will feed only when there
is but little provender, and that got at with difficulty through the
bars of a rack; but refuse to touch it when there is an abundance
before them." It is certainly important that all women should
understand this; and it is no more than fair that they should practise
upon it, since men always treat them with disingenuous untruthfulness
in this matter. Men may amuse themselves with a noisy, loud-laughing,
loquacious girl; it is the quiet, subdued, modest, and seeming bashful
deportment which is the one that stands the fairest chance of carrying
off their hearts.

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APPENDIX II

EXTRACTS FROM "LOLA MONTEZ' LECTURES"

BEAUTIFUL WOMEN

The last and most difficult office imposed on Psyche was to descend to
the lower regions and bring back a portion of Proserpine's beauty in a
box. The too inquisitive goddess, impelled by curiosity or perhaps by
a desire to add to her own charms, raised the lid, and behold there
issued forth--a vapour I which was all there was of that wondrous
beauty.

In attempting to give a definition of beauty, I have painfully felt
the force of this classic parable. If I settle upon a standard o