Mrs. Alfred is young enough to ignore the ravages of a possible
embonpoint, but there be other matrons who hang so uncertainly about
that borderland of beauty that they somehow manage to convey the hint
that only by an unwinking watchfulness do they succeed in foiling the
onslaughts of his ogreship of avoirdupois. In their eye lurks terror
and in their lines one spells their secret of rebellious hunger; of
Delsarte, gymnastics and massage. Sometimes the matron is an
improvement on the maid. But this is not always true. For those who
turn coarse and harsh with years, we recommend Christian Science and a
less flexible self-denial.
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We find it difficult to understand that lack of sense and taste which
led to the recent criticisms of Mr. Jefferson's oratory on the Actor's
Home occasion. Mr. Jefferson, happening by mistake to pass over one of
the many names of benefactors, and, presto! there were a dozen
listeners, malice-prompted, eager to ascribe to this falter of an old
man's memory every meager and jealous motive. An intricate and, of a
necessity, a somewhat didactic argument, delivered in the open air,
does not become the simplest of tasks in the hands of an old gentleman
who has turned his back upon the fourscore mark.
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