bright
eyes, eager little nose, lively body and whisking tail, tell no more
surely than your own face and body.

"The tell-tale body is all tongues." Mr. Emerson, we think that is
true.

"How can I be beautiful?" Every boy and girl, man and woman, wants to
know that. Here is Mr. Emerson's beauty recipe: "There is no beautifier
of complexion, or form, or behavior, like the wish to scatter joy and
not pain around us." Do you suppose that recipe will work? Think of the
most beautiful people you know. Ah, I knew some one would say "mother."
Do you not think these people are those who try very hard to make
others happy? I know very many beautiful people who would have remained
very plain had they sought only to please themselves.

We want to try Emerson's rule for becoming beautiful, so it will not do
to forget that "There is no beautifier of complexion, or form, or
behavior, like the wish to scatter joy and not pain around us."

"Every man takes care that his neighbor shall not cheat him. But a day
comes when he begins to care that he does not cheat his neighbor. Then
all goes well." Yes, Mr. Emerson, that is the only way to have things
go well,--following the Golden Rule.

"You cannot hide any secret. 'Tis as hard to hide as fire." Perhaps you
think that it is not so; but you just try how long you can keep a
secret that even your dearest friend does not know. I should not wonder
if Emerson were right once more.

"There is much you may not do." True again. We do not need Emerson to
tell us that. "You must not do that, you must not do this," the little
folks hear so often, that sometimes they wonder what they may do.

But we would like to have him tell us what things last longest.

He is all ready to tell whoever wants to know, "Beauty is the quality
which makes to endure. In a house that I know, I have noticed a block
of spermaceti lying about closets and mantel-pieces for twenty years
together, simply because the tallow-man gave it the form of a rabbit;
and I suppose it may continue to be lugged about unchanged for a
century. Let an artist draw a few lines or figures on the back of a
letter, and that scrap of paper is rescued from danger, is put in a
portfolio, or framed and glazed, and, in proportion to the beauty of
the lines drawn, will be kept for centuries." And there are beauties of
heart, mind and character, that do not meet the eye, but are none the
less powerful in "making to endure."

THE OLD MA