Ladies' Column.
Clutha Leader, Rōrahi III, Putanga 133, 26 Kohitātea 1877, Page 7
Mō tēnei niupepa
Ladies' Column.
In Turkey a stone rose is oftpn sculptured above the graves of unmarried women.
A contemporary says : — " We tender
our thanks to the Vermont judgo who, the other daj ? , in pronouncing upon a * divorce suit, laid down the opinion that, when a woman marries a man of known intemperate habits, she takes her happiness, prosperity, and welfare iv her own hands, nnd has no claim for riddance of him thereafter." The Beautt op Home. — Thebeautv of home depends more on educated and refined taste than upon mere wealth. If there is no artist in the house, it matters little that there is a large balance at the bank. There is usually no better excuse for a barren home than ignorance or carelessness. A little mechanical skill can make brackets or i shelves for the walls. A thoughtful walk in the woods can gather leaves and lichens and ferns for adorning the -unpictured rooms. A trifle saved from •daily expenses can now and again put a new book upon the table or shelf. The expenditure of a few shillings can •convert the plain window into a conservatory. To be Loved. — Thf-re is nothing so •sweet as to be loved, except loving. The true pure love which is not a thing •of the senses, but of the soul — love that is the outgrowth of goodness — what will cot one do to win or keep such tenderness ? What will not one risk, or -dare, or forsake for it 1 Is any journey long that has a love-kiss at the end of it — an duty hard that cements the bonds between two hearts ? To be truly loved ss the greatest reward life bus to offer. And any one who has a heart and does ■not mind showing it, wbo can put aside -selfishness and be true to others, can win love. To have people temporarily dn love with you needs only beauty. To be beloved, one must have truth, tenderness, constancy, and responsiveness. Be good, and do good, and, despite all that is said about, this world's ingratitude, some one will love you.
Women and Women. — The chief ■•quality of the womanly woman is her motherhood — tbat is, her power of selfsacrifice and care-taking of those who need her care. From earliest childhood the difference between those who demand sacrifice and those who can make it is plainly marked ; and in the nursery < — as in the school-room and the horne — there is always one who isi'eady to give up, and one who is to be given up to The former develops into the mother — the womanly woman par excellence ; the latter is never more than a toy, a tbiDg to be caressed and waiteu on, decked wtih jewels and clothed in purple and five linen, but never asked to work, to think, to suffer, or to sacrifice. These are the things which she ■requires from others, not gives of her own grace — in which she is the exact ■opposite of her sister, the womanlj T woman, who finds her greatest happiness "in making the happiness of others, and iher best joy in sacrifice and duty.
The Secret of Beauty. — The secret of beauty is health. Those who desire to be beautiful should do all they •can to restore their health if they have lost it, or to keep it if they have it still. No one can lay down specific rules for other people in these matters. The work which one may do, the i*est he must take, his baths, his diet, his exercise, are matters for individual consideration, but they mustbecarefully thought of and never neglected. As a rule, when a person feels well he looks well, and when he looks ill he feels ill. There are times when one can guess, without looking in a glass, that the eyes are dull and the skin mottled. This is not b case for something in a pretty bottle from the perfumers, or for a lotion that advertisements praise so highly. To have a fresh complexion and brighteyes, eVen to have white hands and a graceful figure, you must be well. Health and the happiness which comes with it are the true secrets of beauty.
Quality-Folk Too ! — The following story is given in the biography of the late Rev. Robert Stephen Hawken, vicar of Morwenstow, Cornwall : — The Vicar was generally required to read the peasantry's letters, and sometimes to write thf ir answers. On one, occasion he was reading a letter to an old woman of Wilcombe, whose son was in Brazil. Part of the letter ran — " T cannot tell you, dear mother, how the muskitties (mosquitos) torment me. They never leave me alone, but pursue me everywhere." "To think of that !" interrupted the old woman. "My Ezekiel must be a handsome lad. But I'm interrupting you ; do go on, please, parson." " Indeed,* mother," continued the Vicar, reading, " I shut my door and window of an evening to keep them nut of my room." " Dear life," exclaimed the old woman, " what will the world come to next !"' " And yet," -continued the Vicar, " they do not leave me alone. I believe they get down the chimney to get at me." "Well, well, now, parson," exclaimed the mother, holding up her hands ; " to think how forward of them !" l{ Of whom ?" " Why, the Miss Kitties, sure! When I were young, maidens would have blushed to do such a thing. And come down the chimbley, too !" After a pause, the mother's pride prevailing, •« But Ezekiel must be rare handsome for the maidens to be after, him so. And I reckon the Miss Kitties -is quality-folk too."
