The gift of Julia Dimashqiyah, 'the Mother,' to her 'Salwa' on her eighteenth birthday. Is it not in truth every mother's testament to her daughter?

their morals and chip away at their good name, until they become a morsel on people's tongues and the object of their criticism... God forbid, my little daughter, that you should ever cast at the face of any man, whoever he may be, an unseemly glance, or permit any young man, whoever he may be, to flirt with you or court you — save him who is to be your husband and the companion of your life — or that your pen should trace a single word you would regret once the days have passed over its writing. This does not mean that I want you to keep away from the company of men and men of letters, or from conversing with them — no! On the contrary, I desire with all my heart that you should enjoy complete freedom, now that you have entered the age that qualifies you for it and have received a portion of upbringing and education that fits you for this freedom. And be assured, Salwa, that a strong spirit and a proud soul cannot fail to master whoever converses with them or draws near to them; for the ray of sincerity blended with courtesy and modesty

cannot vanish or be hidden, even from the blind or the wicked.

Walk on, my daughter, armed

with virtue, and do not be afraid; keep your head held high. May my Lord preserve you, my Salwa, my solace, from any hour in which you should be obliged to bow your head before any human being. Teach the daughters of your sex that moral freedom armed with chastity is the whole delight of life. Do not be afraid to place your hand in the hand of any man whatsoever, even a wretch; for by the strength of your character and the loftiness of your morals you must lift him up to the highest heaven, if only for a single moment of his life.

Pond's Powder

POND'S

Lovely as a bouquet of freshly picked flowers!

Agents and depot: Baroudi Bros. & Co. — Beirut