Mrs. Langtry

Here is a lady, says the London World, who was not merely the passing figure of a season, who has held her own amid the feverish competition of London life, and who, at the end of ïer third campaign, had not appreciahly ost ground. During the whole of this ;ime she has been lionized, worshiped, stared at in public places, mobbed at railway stations to an extent seldom experienced save by royalty. She had ïot only moved as anequal but reigned as a sovereign in certain sections of hat "society," which, if it is a little mixed, is the most highly coveted n England. Her face has become as 'amiliar to the inhabitants of this coun;ry as that of the Prime Minister and ïcr name was far more widely known than that of Archibald Campbell Tait. All this was not her doing, but society's. Society it is who insisted in placing her on its throne, and in having hats and mantles and other articles of apparel called after her name. Such an ordeal night have transfigured St. Agnes herself. Yet In thls case, the victim of it indei'went no visible change. Royal acadeniifian.s protested that a head or :aee more perfect was never possessed by woman. Poets of the period dithyrambically declared that Helen of Troy had again come upon theearth. Princes uid peers literally prostrated themselves. Society's verdict was so strong in her favor that it even silenced the dissentient voice of feminine malignity. But the lady to whom society had suggested the calling of professional beauty was not greatly moved by any of these things. Elate with her honors she ïnay liave been, but she bore thein with noiie of tin.' insolence which in women success usually develops. All this society would do well to remeinber to her credit now,