Year: 1870

to themselves, on the principle o.
/ expecting n woman TO meet his mo


tive without giving her the tria


of worth, and when perhaps they


see some one they think might an


swer their thoughts, all at once some lit


tie circumstance, altogether beyond her


control, may change the whole fabric he


had partially woven into a finished web


back to its original proportions, only


making the material for another shade


darker than the first So it is. First


they dream, expecting all their cher


ished hopes toripen into happy fruition


then doubts creep in like slight shadows,


at first casting slant lines across the


brightness of the character that goes
from one change to another in the de-
crease of that beautiful confidence and


trust that makes up the essence of human
happiness below After while, if they
are not fortunate enough to fall into
some clever hands, they become misc n
thropic and sour their minds so sadly
with the poison of discomfort that they
are altogether untitled to appreciate the
worth of pure, noble woman when
chance sends her to his Indifferent notice
Indifferent only to find the flaws OF which
no one on earth is devoid. A true woman
does not publish her own worth. She
waits to be sought; consequently she is
often overlooked and left to cherish her
noble thoughts and principles hidden
from the world cognizance, feeling neg
lected in her native sphere. She, too,
may become for time influenced by the
unanua1 raxuo ri that oaan,S ,oata1 ont IN
her by partial custom or unjust pretense.
Still it cannot last, for with the true met
tie she will mould it to her own future
good by converting the disappointment
with substantial promise. True worth
is ever modest only those who feel
inferior will make sign of their own
commodities Woman, with her modest
grace and gentle heart, awaits and ac-
cepts her lot, however sad it may be, but
rarely ever complainingly, for it is her
part to yield to choice over which she
has no control. You men Of disap-
pointed hopes and cherished dreams, for
gotten in the heterogeneous walks Of
life, pause a.id give the privilege of at
least doubt before you condemn the
race of noble women. Do not think that
they have passed away with the genera
tions that have gone before to lead the
way to a purer existence, for the path
way of life now is as thickly strewn with
jewels just as rare as ever crowned the
glory Of olden time. You may never
find them, but if not, it is because you
are not willing to make your heart the
fit abode for the acceptance Of such a
fact You may not have the privilege of
entering into the cloistered cells, where,
if you could only take peep, you would
bow down in petition for forgiveness for
the wrong you offer them each day you
live apart from the knowled re of woman's
worth, when, like gem of purest ray
serene, she stands apart from all things
impure, and, with beautiful thought, en-
ters into the sublimity that is near akin
to the angels and of God. Some are not so,
but we may not heveitallright tits very
sad to see woman, who should be the
fairest in everything Of all God s created
beings, fall beneath the great orb of her
sphere A woman's world is in her
mans in the world of strife.
She sofsns with her finer touch his
unhewn nature We can only hope that
feelings of mature appreciation will
identity the ones whom failure has
driven from the designs Of the good Cree
tor, and turn their nnwholesome thoughts
to nobler purposes--yet, in hope that
the Father OF Mercy may not hold their /
in this life to a stricter
account than their misspent years would |
seem TO merit. WINIFRED.