looking for beauty of face or form, in dram, or carriage, or
manner, or speech ; bat " why is the fresh girl face so often
marred by the ugly habit of cribbing? " "A beautiful wo-
man," whispered a friend, and the eye was attracted toward
a grand looking lady with wide, white forehead, from which
the brown glossy hair was smoothed away without the ghost
of a crimp; there were pretty arching brows, shading lashes,
shapely nose, but, alas ! for the ruby lips bitten and moist-
ened so often as to prevent the possibility of catching the
outline— the profile so needful to the sketcher of beauty.
A poet has somewhere said that "affectation begins with
the mouth,'' but "who would charge the gentle sex with
vanity 1 "
What 1 To redden by biting, or brighten by wetting ;
that folly could not be. Let ns rather suppose the fair one
had by some mishap forgotten to lunch, and all this is due
to the gnawings of hunger. While thus seeking to palliate
the fair oribber, a young man becomes noticeable by persist-
ently pulling at the ends of his moustache, chewing them
in a hungry way, now changing the exercise by twisting
them to needle-like points which he seemed to be coaxing
upward.
" From whence has come th is ugly habit ? " one is fain to
aak. Certainly not from pride. A fine flowing beard and
full moustache ought not to be a cause of folly to the owner.
The hairs of the face, given to protect the throat and lungs,
never to be shorn in the cold seasons, can it be that there
is nutriment in them ? While thus questioning, the writer's
two hands were suddenly jerked from his side pockets,
where they had been comfortably resting. The wife's gentle
remonstrance had been brought to mind by the entrance of
an awkward fellow, with hands deeply thrust in the pockets
of his torn pants. A caricature of one's self is often a tacit
reproof. That very morning the dear wife had said :
"Those torn side-pockets are the most difficult of tears to
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mend." And the inward monitor asked: "From whence
has come this indolent habit ? From love of ease or want
of mittens, which ? Perhaps indifference of the patient
mender's." And again the monitor asked :
"What of that habit not comparable to weeds for
growth ? "
" What mean yon ? " was meekly asked.
"That of looking well to one's own faults, that lesson the
hardest and the latest learned : to know thyself." Then the
Titer realized that he, too, was not quite perfect.
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AI-modernized reading of the original text
looking for beauty of face or form, in dram, or carriage, or manner, or speech ; but "why is the fresh girl face so often marred by the ugly habit of cribbing?" "A beautiful woman," whispered a friend, and the eye was attracted toward a grand looking lady with wide, white forehead, from which the brown glossy hair was smoothed away without the ghost of a crimp; there were pretty arching brows, shading lashes, shapely nose, but, alas ! for the ruby lips bitten and moistened so often as to prevent the possibility of catching the outline— the profile so needful to the sketcher of beauty. A poet has somewhere said that "affectation begins with the mouth,'' but "who would charge the gentle sex with vanity 1 "
What 1 To redden by biting, or brighten by wetting ; that folly could not be. Let ns rather suppose the fair one had by some mishap forgotten to lunch, and all this is due to the gnawings of hunger. While thus seeking to palliate the fair cribber, a young man becomes noticeable by persistently pulling at the ends of his moustache, chewing them in a hungry way, now changing the exercise by twisting them to needle-like points which he seemed to be coaxing upward.
" From whence has come th is ugly habit ? " one is fain to ask. Certainly not from pride. A fine flowing beard and full moustache ought not to be a cause of folly to the owner. The hairs of the face, given to protect the throat and lungs, never to be shorn in the cold seasons, can it be that there is nutriment in them ? While thus questioning, the writer's two hands were suddenly jerked from his side pockets, where they had been comfortably resting. The wife's gentle remonstrance had been brought to mind by the entrance of an awkward fellow, with hands deeply thrust in the pockets of his torn pants. A caricature of one's self is often a tacit reproof. That very morning the dear wife had said : "Those torn side-pockets are the most difficult of tears to
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mend." And the inward monitor asked: "From whence has come this indolent habit ? From love of ease or want of mittens, which ? Perhaps indifference of the patient mender's." And again the monitor asked :
"What of that habit not comparable to weeds for growth ? "
" What mean yon ? " was meekly asked.
"That of looking well to one's own faults, that lesson the hardest and the latest learned : to know thyself." Then the writer realized that he, too, was not quite perfect.