Some theatrical experiments are being made at this time to show that all possible emotions and all shades and gradations of emotion can be expressed by facial action, and that the method of so expressing them can be reduced to a system, and taught in a given number of lessons.  It seems a matter of question whether one would be likely to make love or evince sorrow any more successfully by keeping in mind all the while the detailed catalogue of his flexors and extensors, and contracting and relaxing No. 1, 2, or 3, according to rule.  The human memory is a treacherous thing, and what an enormous disaster would result from a very slight forgetfulness in such a nicely adjusted system!  The fatal effect of dropping the superior maxillary when one intended to drop the inferior, or of applying nervous stimuli to the up track, instead of the down, can easily be conceived.  Art is art, after all, be it ever so skilful and triumphant, and science is only a slow reading of hieroglyphs.  Nature sits high and serene above both, and smiles compassionately on their efforts to imitate and understand.  And this brings us to what we have to say about smiling.  Do many people feel what a wonderful thing it is that each human being is born into the world with his own smile?  Eyes, nose, mouth, may be merely average commonplace features; may look, taken singly, very much like anybody’s else eyes, nose, or mouth.  Let whoever doubts this try the simple but endlessly amusing experiment of setting half a dozen people behind a perforated curtain, and making them put their eyes at the holes.  Not one eye in a hundred can be recognized, even by most familiar and loving friends.  But study smiles; observe, even in the most casual way, the variety one sees in a day, and it will soon be felt what subtle revelation they make, what infinite individuality they possess.

The purely natural smile, however, is seldom seen in adults; and it is on this point that we wish to dwell.  Very early in life people find out that a smile is a weapon, mighty to avail in all sorts of crises.  Hence, we see the treacherous smile of the wily; the patronizing smile of the pompous; the obsequious smile of the flatterer; the cynical smile of the satirist.  Very few of these have heard of Delsarte; but they outdo him on his own grounds.  Their smile is four-fifths of their social stock in trade.  All such smiles are hideous.  The gloomiest, blankest look which a human face can wear is welcomer than a trained smile or a smile which, if it is not actually and consciously methodized by its perpetrator, has become, by long repetition, so associated with tricks and falsities that it partakes of their quality.

What, then, is the fine art of smiling?

If smiles may not be used for weapons or masks, of what use are they?  That is the shape one would think the question took in most men’s minds, if we may judge by their behavior!  There are but two legitimate purposes of the smile; but two honest smiles.  On all little children’s faces such smiles are seen.  Woe to us that we so soon waste and lose them!