Lazy Thoughts of a Lazy Girl / Sister of that Idle Fellow.""

has often been said, and is generally admitted, that wome

all this spirit of competition which helps to make the world go round.

s neighbor in different designs with the woad plant. An unusual curve, an uncommon

, the costume of the reign. How, oh historians! can you show forth those of Victorian times? Fifty years have passed already! There were four seasons in each of those fifty years!

l be a sudden convulsion of nature, I should think, and we shall return once more to the more simple garb of the aborigines. What an amount of trouble it would save us! No worrying because the

r. Some such convulsion as geologists declare has already frequently

ke out that from the Creation (which by the way they do not admit, only considering it another great change in the world springing from

y-characters. We do not care to be considered of such little consequence; only puppets appearing on the stage for one moment and taken off the next. We are like the clergyman in the small island off the North of Sco

t the climate will change likewise. We should require somet

g and forthcoming fashions fill the feminine mind. It is true sometimes, I daresay, and yet I alwa

ttle. It is a duty to your country and your nation t

nnet being trimmed on the right because that was the side presented

r new clothes on Sunday, and exhibit them in Church. I suppose it is because they meet so m

ow off your gown and look about to see who has a new bonnet and who has not! Now, wh

gation, and describe their features accurately!" And he not only forbore to deny the accusation, but a

der; he or I? At least I d

t "practice makes perfect," they say, so I still persevere, hoping that it may come right some day. I have to be so careful in damp and rainy weather. It is such a shock to look at yourself after a day's outing, to find your "fringe" hanging in straight lines all down your forehead, an arrangement that is so particularly unbecoming. You begin to wonder at what time during the day it commenced to unbend, and if you ha

all the appearance of a trussed fowl. If you wish to put on your hat you must first unbutton your bodice! It is particularly awkward, too, in Church: you scarcely have the power to hold your book at

, wet umbrellas streaming on to your boots, squalling babies, and disputes with the conductor continuing most of the way-not to speak of the time you have to wait while so many roll by "full inside!" So on muddy days, when I take my walks, the amount of distress I have to undergo on account of the length of my gown is inconceivable. I grow weary with holding it up, and have to stop in the middle of the street to change hands, and when you have an umbrella as well, and someti

n comes the danger of holding it too high. There has been no license yet granted for the exhibition of ankles in the gr

er tell if the latter speak the truth. They may be jealous, and run it down from spite; they may want to gain something from you

please as a rule. So long as the costume is neat and well-fitting, he does not care about anything els

ming to some faces, and give a picturesque effect altogether. Perhaps this last is a

admits she has copied or asks your leave beforehand, it is a different matter. You are even gratified then, for "imitation is the sincerest flattery." But to have

; times when you are quite satisfied with your appearance, an

ten the general effect, I had stuck a patch near my mouth. (Oh, the minds of the last century! From whose fertile brain did it emanate, I wonder, the fact that a piece of black plaster on the face

e same, never any variety. Why are we not born, like dogs, with nice cosy rugs all over us, so that we should just have to

rown. I never saw the application of the remark, and do not think I ever shall. Whether my growth was a subject to deplore, a