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SKETCHES. 325
uhe wrong side out, or, your dress looks more gray than
white! My dear child! you cannot imagine what a dis-
comfort a woman brings with her who is disorderly in her
dress ; and on the other hand, what a comfort it is to one’s
self, or to those who are around us, to be strictly attentive
to the neatness of one’s personal appearance. This atten-
tion to neatness can supply the want of beauty, and no
beauty can have any charms without it, in the long run.
Remember the words of a great author: ‘God alone sees
the heart; manage thou so, that also others may see some-
thing tolerable.’ ”
“You have,” said Helena, “a quality for which you can-
not enough thank kind Nature, and which you ought to try
to preserve through all the changes in life, and that is, a
cheerful, happy temper. ‘This, as it were, blows away the
dust from the leaves of life’s tree, and they will grow all
the more fresh and green. I have always sincerely pitied
those husbands, whose wives have a face like a gloomy No-
vember day.”
“ Unless,” interrupted Amelia, with liveliness, “ the hus-
bands themselves are the autumn wind which had caused
that gloom.”
“Of course,” added Helena, “every season must have
its own days; but he who is to become our Emma’s hus-
band, unites with a noble character a gentle mind; and as
far as he is concerned, nothing will prevent her from look-
ing like a bright May-day.”
“Create then a spring in your home, my child,” said
Amelia. “ The son of the North has his world in his home,
more so than the children of more genial climates. Nature,
here in our North, does not, as in the South, give to man
a hoine in her bosom, and a treasure in the sun and in the
air, full of joy and love of life. Severe and cold, she here
compels him to seek a shelter against her inclemency ;
and he looks for it in his home at his hearth. If he does
not find comfort, delight, and love of life there, then life in
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