Freckle lotion, for the cure of freckles, tan, or sunburned face and hands--something which I would prefer to the rosemary wash before given, is thus made: Take half a pound of clear ox gall, half a drachm each of camphor and burned alum, one drachm of borax, two ounces of rock-salt, and the same of rock-candy. This should be mixed and shaken well several times a day for three weeks, until the gall becomes transparent; then strain it very carefully through filtering-paper, which may be had of the druggists. Apply to the face during the day, and wash it off at night. Now, Kate, do you see your way clear to the use and benefit of these mixtures? All these articles are to be found at any large druggist’s, or, if not, he will tell you where to find them. The rosemary and honey may be found in that still fragrant store-room of your aunt’s, in the country, unless she has taken to writing very poor serial articles, and let the herb garden and the bees run out. To save trouble, take the recipes and have them made up at once by the druggist, who understands such things; but it is pleasant to dabble in washes and lotions one’s self, like the Vicar of Wakefield’s young ladies. Then have you patience to persevere in their use? For making one’s self beautiful is a work of time and perseverance as much as being an artist, or a student, or a Christian. I wish I were with you, and could keep you up to your preparations, brush your eyebrows, trim your eyelashes, and do the dozen different offices of sympathy and womanly kindness. I should feel that I was the artist putting the touches on something more valuable than any statue ever moulded. Can you feel so yourself? For if you can once get hold of that artistic impulse, you have the secret of all these toilet interferences. CHAPTER XI. A Dark Potion.--Olive-oil and Tar for the Face.--Olive-tar for Inhalation.--Carbolic Lotion for Pimples.--Cure for Musquito Bites.--Pale Blondes.--A French Marquise.--Deepening Colors by Sunlight.--Seductive Cosmetics.--Nose-machine.--Finger Thimbles. Neither distilled waters perfumed like May, nor embrocation smoother than velvet, are this time to be offered you. The compound in its ugliness is more like a witch’s potion, and the odor is generally liked by those only who are used to it. But its merits are equal to its ugliness--nay, so firmly am I persuaded of its effectiveness that before sundown I doubt not its virtues will be in active test within this household. Sea winds will roughen the face, and miscellaneous food deteriorate the softest skins. There are wrinkles, too, showing their first faint daring on the brow before the glass--wrinkles which had no business there for ten years to come, at any rate. “What hand shall soothe” their trace away?