Spare not the rod because "my lady" forsooth! with her rich hair falling around her in beauteous dishevelment and her eyes bathed in tears, implores your mercy--for by very reason of her wealth and station she deserves less pity than the painted outcast who knows not where to turn for bread.

A high post demands high duty! But I talk wildly.

Whipping is done away with, for women at least--we give a well-bred shudder of disgust at the thought of it.

When do we shudder with equal disgust at our own social enormities?
Seldom or never.

Meanwhile, in cases of infidelity, husbands and wives can separate and go on their different ways in comparative peace.