SELECTED SCRAPS,

VIRTUE ALONE Is BEAUTIFUL.
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The following extract is from book entl.
tled' The stranger in Lowell, Of which J.
G. Whittier IS the author. n ift 3itI


/" Handsome is that handsome dees--hold
up your heads, girls was the language of
Primrose in the play, when addressing her
daughters. The worthy matron was right
Would that all my female readers, who are
sorrowing foolishly because they are not in
all respects like Dubufe's Eve, or that statue
Of Venus which enchants the world, could be
persuaded TO listen TO her. What is good
looking, as Horace Smith remarks, but look
ing good2 Be good, womanly, be gentle
generous in your symparhies, heedful OF the
well being Of all around you, and, my word
for il, you will not lack kind words Of adm-
ration. Loving and pleasant associations will
gather about you. Never mind your ugly re-
nection which your glass may give you. That
mirror has no heart. But quite on another
picture is given you on the retina Of human
sympathy. There the beauty Of holiness, OF
purify Of that inward grace g which passeth
show" rests over it, soltening and mellow.


ing its features, just as the full, calm moonlight
melts those of rough landscape into harmo-
nious loveliness.


"Hold up your heads, girls !" repeat after
Primrose. Why should you not2 Every mo-
ther's daughter Of you can be beautiful. You
can envelop yourselves in an atmosphere OF
moral and Intellectual beauty, through which
your otherwise plain face will look forth like
those of angels. Beau,ilulto TO Ledyard, stiff
fening in the cold OF northern winter, seemed
the diminutiye. smoke stained women OF Lap
land who wrapped him in their furs and min
istered 10 his necessities with kindness and
gentle words of compassion Lovely TO the
home sick Park seemed the dark maids Of Sego,
as they sung their low aud simple song Of
welcome beside his bed, and sought 10 COM
fort the white stranger, who had /" mo mother
TO bring him milk, and no wife to grind him
corn" O! talk as you may, Of beauty as a
thing to be chiselled from marble or wrought
on canvas--sp speculate as we may on its colors
and outline, what is il but an intellectual alb
straction after all? The heart feels a beauty
of another kind looking through the outward
environment, it discovers deeper and more
real loveliness. ftt}t .Ats


This was well understood by the old paint
ers. In their pictures Of Mary, the virgin mo.
',her, the beauty which melts and subdues the
gazer, is that of the soul and the affections
uniting the awe and the mystery Of the mo-
ther's miraculous allotment with the mex
pressible love, the unutterable tenderness Of
young maternity Heavens crowning mir
acle with natures sweetest and holiest instinct.
And their pale Magdalens, holy with the look
of sins forgiven, how the divine beauty OF
their pentence sinks into The heart! Do we
not feel that the only real deformity is sin, and
that goodness evermore hallows and sanctifes
It's dwelling place 4'' grla,-.s