I know a woman who utters every line of it, with all its questionable allusions, boldly before any and everybody, without so much as an attempt at blushing.

I assure you men are far more delicate than women--far more chivalrous--far larger in their views, and more generous in their sentiments.

But I will not deny the existence of about four women in every two hundred and fifty, who may be, and possibly are, examples of what the female sex was originally intended to be--pure-hearted, self-denying, gentle and truthful--filled with tenderness and inspiration.

Heaven knows my own mother was all this and more! And my sister is--.

But let me speak to you of yourself.