8 ?Ti)e arten's Storg. 



though emanating from the " Spectator," is 

 manifestly sophistical and untrue. Was Addi- 

 son deficient in the sense of smell (the voice of 

 a flower) ; or was a thrush's song powerless to 

 awaken in him a sentiment of sublimity ? But 

 Addison does not mention odors, and, for the 

 most part, I take it, did not like external sounds; 

 or was it Steele who wrote the essay " On the 

 London Cries " ? 



Bulwer declares, the only perfume a man 

 should use is soap and water a heresy. I 

 would not for a moment commend musk, or 

 even ylang-ylang ; though the latter, it seems to 

 me, is preferable to the compound of Jean Ma- 

 ria Farina with which men fairly saturate them- 

 selves. Consider its ingredients : orange, cedrat, 

 neroly, bergamot, and rosemary scent enough 

 to trap a cougar. But this is supposed to be 

 fashionable ; while a hem-stitched handkerchief, 

 with a lingering scent of violets, has no business 

 to peep from the masculine pocket. Why should 

 everything dainty be monopolized by the fair 

 sex ? Has it not enough, with its feathers and 

 ribbons and laces and jewelry, without carrying 

 out the adage to its ultimatum, " sweets to the 

 sweet " ? It even robs masculinity of any pro- 

 prietorship to color, except what little can be 

 focused into a scarf, or polka-dot a waistcoat. 



