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New Zealand Herald, Volume XXXIV, Issue 10419, 17 April 1897, Page 1 (Supplement)

Nob so very long ago there was an opinion prevalent that clever women had permission to be ugly, and even, in some cases, to abuse the privilege; that their intellectual gains detracted from their grace; in short, that talent choked out beauty with disastrous jealousy. Bub that idea ii now exploded. The really clever woman is beautiful too. She brings her cleverness to bear upon the clearness of her complexion and the symmetry of her figure, as heartily as upon her art or her profession; yet acts upon the knowledge that feminine beauty does not lie solely in form and feature. She realises that physical charm alone may soon cease to attract; that mere fairness of shape and colour has never exerted a powerful influence either in deciding destinies or in ruling nations; and that the keynote to real, lasting, and swaying beauty cannot be struck by selfish vanity. The first and constant aim of every wise woman should be to keep young, although not by means of the acute youthfulness of manner sometimes assumed as a disguise for the relentless advance of years. It deceives nobody; on the contrary, it makes a woman that is past her first youth thoroughly ridiculous. Time will not be so easily tricked. But it does deal very gently with some women— with those who bring the imaginative faculties into play in everyday life, and surround their sordid cares with a little halo of their own; who constantly muster courage, self-sacrifice, energy; who bridle TOoky and annihilate self.