Some perfumes become a precious memory lying dormant, which one can conjure up at will. Others are suddenly resurrected. Lavender! What luxury to lie between sheets odorous of lavender. And the old-fashioned potpourri of late years, having a revival of favour, chiefly consisting of orris roots, violets and rose leaves--with sweet thoughts centred and clinging around them. The roses! Goddess of beauty, at thy magic breath My spirit turneth from the gate of death, And in thy deep red heart would find repose. And dreams of Arcady--thou queenly rose! And, talking of roses, what a lot of them are now being worn on the hats. Never in the history or vagaries of fashion have flowers held such pride of place as at present. And, although they are artificial, they revive thoughts of perfume. Some of the models make us think of Watteau shepherdesses as the right sort of beauties to wear them; but some of our Queensland girls have faces pretty and artistic enough to grace anything with advantage. I heard a very pretty compliment paid to Queensland women as a whole the other day by an English gentleman. He remarked (I hope my readers will not become too vain after hearing this) that they are the neatest and nicest dressed girls he had seen anywhere, and were an example--with the exception of some over-dressed ones--to many English women. But to return to our own “moutons.” How the smell of very old furniture will make one’s memory retrace its steps. The past stands out sadly or joyously, and sometimes it is so subtle and suggestive as to convey one back to a confused memory, like a thread of a pre-existence, which most of us have experienced. It is very vague and uncertain. Yet there it is. Yes! scents are strong connecting links between the past and present, and we have a sense of gratitude, for it gives us something very pleasant to think about--and sometimes has the charm of making our existence free from feelings of ennui. [Illustration: text decoration] MALTA. JUST A GLIMPSE.