not what she expected she is disappointed and becomes complaining of woman s lot or discouraged and crushed by it she thinks him perfect his prejudices adds them to her early stock and ever them with his arguments where she from him in taste and habits she believes herself in the wrong and him in the right and life in to him instead of herself to her own ideal thus she loses her individuality and never gains his respect her life is usually bustle and hurry or barren order dreary decorum and method without vitality her children perhaps love her but she is only the upper nurse the father the his wish is law hers only the sigh uttered in secret she looks out into life finds nothing there but confusion and herself that it is man s business not hers to look through it all and find stern principle seated at the centre of things is this woman s destiny is she to be the only adventurer who her course through life tossed upon the waves of circumstance by joy panic struck by misfortune or of it is she neither to to heaven like the lark nor bend her way led by an guide to woman congenial to her nature is she always to flutter and flutter and at last drop into the wave man would not have it so for he the gently firm man does not ridicule nor expose to the woman who he wishes not for blind reverence but intelligent not for but to be understood not for obedience but companionship it is the weak and ignorant of her own sex who brand her but the still remains why are so many of the sex allowed to remain weak and frivolous the minor cares of life the path of woman demand as much reflection and clear and involve as much responsibility as those of man why is she not encouraged to think and penetrate through to principles she should be seen after the first years of unconscious childhood are passed meekly and reverently questioning and encouraged to question the opinions of others calmly contemplating beauty in all its forms studying the harmony of life as well as of outward nature deciding nothing learning all things gradually forming her own ideal which like that represented in the figures of the old sovereigns should and over her society would attract her and then gracefully mingling in it she should still be herself and there find her not her home she should feel that our highest hours are always our lonely ones and that nothing is good that does not prepare us for these beautiful and graceful forms should come before her as revelations of divine beauty but no charm of outward grace should tempt her to one hair s breadth from her demand for the noblest nature in her chosen companion guided in her demands by what she finds within herself seeking an answering note to her own inner melody but not sweetly herself into the belief that she has found in him the full toned harmony of the celestial if her demand is satisfied let her not lean but attend on him as a watchful friend her own individuality should be as precious to her as his love let her see that the best our most friend can do for us is to throw a genial atmosphere around us and our path with golden opportunities but our path can never be another s and we must always walk alone let no her high of creator of a happy home household order must prevail but let her it by its relation to that law which keeps the in their course every new relation and every new scene should be a new page in the book of the mysteries of life reverently and lovingly but if folded down never to be read again it must be regarded as only the introduction to a brighter one the faults of those she loves should never be veiled by her affection but placed in their true relation to by the deep insight with which she beneath them with high heroic courage she should measure the strength of suffering before it comes that she may not meet it unprepared her life plan should be stern but not her hours precious treasures lent to her carefully to be protected from vulgar intrusion but which women are constantly scattering around them like small coin to be picked up by every thought should be her atmosphere books her food friends her occasional solace prosperity will not her for her own spirit is always brighter than its sunshine and if the deepest sorrow visits her it will come to lift her to a higher region where with all of life far beneath her she may sit apart till the end is this the ideal of a perfect woman and if so how does it differ from a perfect man w n to � heard in like the low s of a leaf hid bird thy voice came to me h the screen trees sinking the simplest long known i had no glimpse of thee and yet i heard and blessed thee for each clearly word i longed to thank thee and my heart would frame mary or some sweet name for thee yet could i not my lips have stirred i lovely that thine eyes were blue and downcast and large unknown to thee up to their rise with half sad memories of other years as to alone thou o er that to childhood to mt no m l o an art thoughts on art department of life at the present day � trade politics letters science religion � seem to feel and to labor to express the identity of their law they are rays of one sun they each into a new language the sense of the other they are sublime when seen as of a 