complaint is, that those who should enjoy perfect immunity from the annoyance,--those “Who have but fed on the roses, and lain in the lilies of life”-- by the use of stimulant pomatums, improper hair-brushes, and badly made combs, but chiefly the use of abominable nostrums--not unfrequently entail upon themselves the very evils which are commonly produced by the opposite means, neglect and inattention to the state of the hair. The hair requires but a moderate supply of pommade; but this, to be of any real benefit, must be compounded _secundem artem_, and adapted to the purpose. Oils and pomatums which merely collect dust are not to be tolerated, and are frequently had recourse to merely to disguise the neglect which suffers the hair to become rough from being in ill-condition. Whenever proper attention is given to the hair, the most satisfactory results are usually obtained; and without bestowing such an amount of care, it is impossible to realize the beautiful softness and lustre which any lady’s tresses may be made to assume. It cost the poet little to bring together “Love-darting eyes, and tresses like the morn;” but we promise none but very ordinary tresses to such as will not, both night and morn, with brush and comb, and suitable preparation, detach every particle of dust from the hair. And to those who can appreciate the beautiful, and would gratify a more refined feeling than mere personal vanity, the disposition of the hair affords an admirable opportunity of setting off, by the graces of art, “the beauty of a woman’s face”-- “Angels are painted fair, to look like you.” All the canons of criticism are summed up in the perfections of female beauty. What greater ornament to perfect beauty that luxuriant hair? We will conclude our advice to the fair with some old verses of Richard Lovelace, which express, with the freedom of a poet, a truth that might take the form of an aphorism, that the beauty of the hair consists in its flowing outline, its flexibility, and varying tints--the effect of light reflected from its glossy surface: “Amarantha, sweet and fair, Oh, braid no more that shining hair! Let it fly, as unconfin’d As its calm ravisher, the wind; Who hath left his darling, th’ east, To wanton o’er that spicy nest. Every tress must be confest, But neatly tangled, at the best; Like a clue of golden thread Most excellently ravelled. Do not, then, wind up the light In ribands, and o’ercloud in night, Like the sun’s in early ray; But shake your head, and scatter day!” THE END. Read & Co., Printers, Johnson’s-court, Fleet-street. Transcriber’s Notes: 1. Obvious printers’, punctuation and spelling errors have been corrected silently. 2. Some hyphenated and non-hyphenated versions of the same words have been retained as in the original.