There are many of your sex who are nothing but lumps of lymph and fatty matter--women with less instinct than the dumb beasts, and with more brutality.

There are others who,--adding the low cunning of the monkey to the vanity of the peacock,--seek no other object but the furtherance of their own designs, which are always petty even when not absolutely mean.

There are obese women whose existence is a doze between dinner and tea.

There are women with thin lips and pointed noses, who only live to squabble over domestic grievances and interfere in their neighbours' business.

There are your murderous women with large almond eyes, fair white hands, and voluptuous red lips, who, deprived of the dagger or the poison-bowl, will slay a reputation in a few lazily enunciated words, delivered with a perfectly high-bred accent.