All the same, what a pleasant destiny! And yet, perhaps, those who are permitted to gaze upon beauty without being themselves beautiful are the most fortunate of all. And that is the position of most of us, thank God. As it is more thrilling to watch a pageant than to take part in one, so, to be able to gaze undisturbed upon the Pageant of Beauty as it passes before our generation to take its place in the wonderful procession marching down the ages, is a far more peaceful proceeding than to form part of that procession. After all, the most envied in a tableau vivant are not those who figure in it, but those who have been able to secure the best position from which to view it. The man who secures a “masterpiece” is far more gratified than the artist who created it. So, while we bow down in adoration before Beauty, let us also be thankful that the greatest privilege of all lies in an opportunity to regard it. “Beauty and sadness,” George Macdonald has written, “always go together.” But to be able to gaze on Beauty—that, surely, is the most undiluted joy in life. CHARM Almost every woman believes that, though Nature may not have made her beautiful, of her own accord she can achieve charm. “Charm” is the Possibility which Desire dangles before the nose of Hope. And every woman, who _is_ a woman endeavours to make that Possibility a Certainty once, at least, in her life. To be beautiful is a great deal, but to be charming is of greater value and infinitely less dangerous to one’s peace of mind. Especially to know that one is irresistible to some one whom one has no particular desire to resist—that surely is _everything_! What, then, _is_ Charm?