of fortune, to suffer myself to be taken by them. My liberty is better
than the chain you proffer me, with what precious stones soever it may
be adorned, or of what gold soever framed;--if you love me sincerely and
in good earnest, you will rather wish me a secure and quiet fortune,
though mean, than an exalted condition, exposed to the wind and followed
by some dismal fall." Her melancholy fate, which occurred within ten
days from the utterance of this language, gave a new and sad proof of
her rare sagaciousness.

She who is faithful in the domestic walk, enjoys singular opportunities
for the exercise of Gratitude. Not only may she, by her assiduous
attentions, partially requite a mother's services, but she can thus
express her grateful sense of the superior elevation now allotted her
sex. At the table and the fireside she may cause man to bear witness to,
and rejoice in, the use she is making of her increased privileges. Here
may she describe, in Christian colors, the much sought "line of beauty."

Our country has done for her what Greece and Rome proudly denied her
sex. It has conferred on her the blessings of education, equality of
companionship with man, new means of benevolence, and the pledge of new
spheres of action, so far as nature qualifies her, and the paramount
claims of undeniable duty shall permit. What returns shall she make? Her
country asks but one. Fresh zeal in self-tuition and in training those
subject to her charge, for domestic fidelity, for true citizenship, and
for immortal virtue and blessedness.

Another moral aspect of home, to be regarded by woman, is that it
affords room for the practice of habitual Disinterestedness. A selfish
man is an object of painful contemplation. How much more is this defect
to be deplored in woman. She, whose nature, so ardent and susceptible,
prompts to an almost instinctive kindness, cannot fail in this quality,
without shedding a blight on her entire character.

But designate a female insulated by circumstances from the usual family
connections, uninterested in domestic duties, and how often do you see
one destitute of sympathy and an expansive benevolence. Elizabeth of
England had no love of home; and what do we hear of her? That she had a
lion-like port; but woman-like, Christian-like, humane, she certainly
was not. She passed through life, it is said, without a single friend.

She who performs the domestic duties aright, will find time for, as she
must ha