When two reds meet, they mingle; when two harmonious tints touch, they may form a pleasing combination; but when such enemies as blue and green come together, they clash--fairly 'swear at one another,' and the persons enveloped in the opposing atmospheres are mutually disagreeable.

The man who is surrounded by the color capable of most harmonious combinations is said to have personal magnetism." May not this explanation, while rather far-fetched, afford some clue to the causes of personal popularity?
And the thought following swift upon this is: If this be true, how much may each of us have to do with softening and making capable of harmony his and her own individual atmosphere?
While we cannot change our "colors" (to follow out my friend's figure) we may shade them down and make them less pronounced, so that in time they may become capable of a variety of combinations.
Does not Faber touch upon this point, when he says: "The discord is within which jars So roughly in life's song; 'Tis we ourselves who are at fault When others seem so wrong," We blame others for being uncongenial When the "discord is within," that makes all things go awry.

A drunken man sees the whole world go around, and blames it, for its unsteadiness.
One way to render less obtrusive an inharmonious color, if we possess such is to keep it out of a strong light that will attract all eyes to it.

Do not let us be proud of our personal defects and peculiarities.
They are subjects for regret, not pride.

When a woman boasts that she "knows she is often impatient, but she simply cannot help it, she is so peculiarly constituted!" she acknowledges a weakness of which she should be ashamed.