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OTHING adds so much to personal attractions as a bright, clear complexion, and a soft skin. Without them the handsomest and most regular features are but coldly impressive, whilst with them the plainest become attractive; and yet there is no advantage so easily secured. The regular use of a properly prepared Soap is one of the chief means; but the Public have not the requisite knowledge of the manufacture of Soap to guide them to a proper selection, so a pretty box, a pretty colour, or an agreeable perfume too frequently outweigh the more important consideration, viz.: the composition of the Soap itself, and thus many a good complexion is marred which would be enhanced by proper care.
A most eminent authority on the Skin,
Professor Erasmus Wilson, F.R.S.,
Writes in the Journal of Cutaneous Medcine :
HE use of a good Soap is certainly calculated to preserve the "skin in health, to maintain its complexion and tone, and "prevent its falling into wrinkles. ... PEARS is a name "engraven on the memory of the 'oldest inhabitant'; and "Pears' Transparent Soap is an article of the nicest and "most careful manufacture, and one of the most refreshing "and agreeable of balms for the skin."
O persons whose skin is delicate or sensitive to changes in the weather, winter or summer, Pears' Transparent Soap is invaluable, as, on account of its emollient, non-irritant character, Redness, Roughness and Chapping are prevented, and a clear appearance and soft velvety condition maintained, and a good, healthful and attractive complexion ensured. Its agreeable and lasting perfume, beautiful appearance, and soothing properties, commend it as the greatest luxury and most elegant adjunct to the toilet.
Testimonial from Madame Adelina Patti.
HAVE found PEARS' SOAP matchless for the Hands and Complexion."
TABLETS AND BALLS:
Larger Sizes, 1s. 6d. and 2s. 6d.
(The 2s. 6d. Tablet is perfumed with Otto of Roses.)
A smaller Tablet (unscented) is sold at 6d.
EARS' SOAP is sold everywhere, but INSIST on
having PEARS' as vilely-injurious imitations are often substituted for extra gain, even by dealers who would be thought "respectable," some of whom attract the public into their shops or stores by marking PEARS' SOAP at less than cost price, and then recommend some rubbish on which they get a large profit.
PURE, FRAGRANT AND DURABLE-NO ARTIFICIAL COLOURING.
5€ delicate Skin of Infants and Children is particularly liable to injury from coarse and unrefined Toilet Soap, which is commonly adulterated with the most pernicious ingredients; hence, frequently, the irritability, redness, and blotchy appearance of the Skin from which many children suffer. It should be remembered that artificially coloured Soaps are frequently poisonous, particularly the Red, Blue and Green varieties; and nearly all Toilet Soaps contain an excess of Soda. Very white Soaps, such as "Curd," usually contain much more Soda than others, owing to the use of Cocoa Nut Oil, which makes a bad, strongly alkaline soap very injurious to the skin, besides leaving a disagreeable odour on it. The serious injury to children resulting from these Soaps often remains unsuspected in spite of nature's warnings, until the unhealthy and irritable condition of the skin has developed into some unsightly disease, not infrequently baffling the skill of the most eminent Dermatologists.
IS RECOMMENDED AS ABSOLUTELY PURE;
AND FROM ARTIFICIAL COLOURING MATTER.
IT IS DELIGHTFULLY PERFUMED, REMARKABLY DURABLE, AND
Seven International : Prize : Medals.
The following testimony is extracted, by permission of the publishers, Messrs. Chatto & Windus, from "The Hygiene of the Skin," by
Mr. J. L. Milton,
Senior Surgeon to "St. John's Hospital for the Skin," London.
ROM time to time I have tried many different Soaps, and I have now, "after Fifteen Years' careful trial in many hundreds of cases, "both in hospital and private practice, no hesitation in giving my "verdict to the effect that nothing has answered so well or proved so "beneficial to the skin as Pears' Transparent Soap."
A. & F. PEARS,
Soap Makers by Appointment to H.R.H. the Prince of Wales.
+91, Great Russell Street +
Sold Everywhere, but insist on having the genuine.
MAY BE USED TO THE THINNESS OF A WAFER-NO WASTE.
The same effect will be seen on a larger scale (increasing with distance) if the gaze is steadily directed for some time at a wall or ceiling, and especially so if they be of a greyish tint.
F you look at this
(in a good light) for 20
seconds and immediately afterwards at the blank space below,the latter will slowly assume a Blue.sh Green tint, In the middle of which "PEARS" will re-appear, but in Red letters Instead of White.
HERE are some persons who remain for years unconscious of a partial colour blindness, and they may be unable to perceive these phenomena, but will find that most of their friends are able to do so.
possessing a hero to be critical. His enemies and his detractors, and even he was not without these inevitable accompaniments of fame, said he was a glutton. It was a harsh term to use of one whose exquisite taste in gastronomy was to some of us one of the pleasantest features of his character. He was a genial soul, was Joseph Stickler, when he unbent over those 'little suppers,' which were veritable Noctes Ambrosiana to those who were permitted to partake of them; for our hero was not only witty himself, but the cause of wit in others. Happy mortals those who were privileged to be guests at these symposia ! They could forget that they were in dreary Donjonville, and imagine themselves transported to some gastronomic Paradise, some culinary Elysium. No man is a hero to his valet, if we are to believe Madame Cornuel; but, I take it, a man may be a hero to his cook when that functionary is but the executant of ideas which emanate from the mastermind. Joseph Stickler had an excellent cook, and I am sure that in her eyes he was not one whit less a hero than he was in ours. Nor did the aureola of his heroism lose any of its radiance when he sat at the head of his own supper-table, keenly enjoying our enjoyment of the dainty dishes which had cost him more time and thought, perhaps, than any but an epicure could excuse. Had he had the ordering of the calendar I am sure that both Brillat Savarin and Abbé Duchesne would speedily have been canonised as saints; and I am inclined to think they deserve the honour as much as some who figure on the saintly bead-roll. However, it was impossible that the profanum vulgus, which feeds, but knows not what it is to eat in
telligently, should sympathise with this trait in the character of our hero in black. Nor will I insist upon claiming for that trait the right to be considered as an attribute of heroism, or even in itself to be pronounced heroic. But in the case of Joseph Stickler it had a posthumous reflection of the heroic thrown upon it, which is my excuse for introducing it here.
Our hero was smitten down with sickness; the weeks rolled on, and still we missed his portly figure and familiar face, which for fiveand-thirty years had been as constant to Donjonville as the dial of the old Elizabethan clock, which from the castle-turret looked down upon the parade. Then at length came the sad news that we should never again see the last of the Sticklers' in the flesh. He was dying of atrophy, we were told; he could retain no nourishing food; the daintiest dishes in the world were but a mockery to him now. Humorist as he was, he saw keenly the grim irony of Fate; and the last words he was heard to utter were these, spoken impressively, as he laid his wasted hand upon the arm of his oldest and dearest friend,
'They'll say it was a judgment, and they're right. Tell your friends, when I am gone, that you knew a parson who died of starvation because he had "made a god of his belly.""
Such was the hard measure he meted out to himself. But we judged him more leniently. We all, high and low, remembered only his virtues; we felt that we had lost a rare man in our hero in black, the like of whom we should never see again.
And when we buried him, the little port
SEEN IN THE MIRROR. A Real Ghost Story.
It was optional with me, of course, to refuse or to accept; but somehow I adopted the latter course. I suppose it was easier to write a letter of acquiescence than of apology; or possibly the latent curiosity which I had kept in check for so long had asserted itself at last, to the defeat of reason and resolution.
Three years before I had spent a week at Forrest Hall; and when I brought my stay to an abrupt conclusion, I had all but registered a mental vow that I would never repeat the experiment of a visit again. Yet Mr. Forrester, my host, had been courteous, even cordial; his wife showed herself as agreeable as a foreigner, who spoke English but imperfectly, could be; and there was no other visible inmate of the house to give umbrage or disturbance. jective may seem expressive; but if it is taken to imply that I suffered annoyance from nocturnal visitants of a spiritual cast, it says too much. It was not thus that my seven days' sojourn at the hall was rendered irritable and almost unendurable. But I need not pause upon a matter which will naturally unfold itself later.
though the son of his youngest brother, it had been an assumed, almost settled, thing, that I, George Forrester, was to be his heir. The disappointment in these expectations came to me before that ominous and momentous day when the will was opened. Some months before my uncle's decease, I divined that his intentions respecting the disposal of his property had varied, and that for no fault of mine, but through a sudden favour shown to another, changes were made, which were to work strangely on my after-life. The son of his eldest brother came back from a long residence in Italy, with an only and very lovely young daughter. They were naturally invited to Forrest Hall; and before the visit ended I knew that a former estrangement between the uncle and nephew was dissipated by the friendly intercourse of the present, and more especially and entirely by the fascination exercised over the old gentleman by the winning brightness and beauty of Lucia Forrester. Her mother was an Italian, and was still in her own country, while the father and daughter paid this visit of policy to the fastfailing owner of Forrest Hall. They remained with him to the last, and it was found then that, with the exception of a small bequest to myself, the whole of my uncle's property was willed to his elder nephew, in reversion to his only child Lucia. I had met the latter, had spent a fortnight in the house with her, and had ad