Since her earliest recollection, others have ministered to her wants and pleasures.

From a father's hand, childhood and youth received their countless natural blessings; and brother or husband, in later years, has stood between her and the rough winds of a stormy world.

All at once, like a bird reared, from a fledgling, in its cage, and then turned loose in dreary winter time, she finds herself in the world, unskilled in its ways, yet required to earn her bread or perish.
What can she do?
In what art or profession has she been educated?
The world demands service, and proffers its money for labor.

But what has she learned?
What work can she perform?
She can sew.

And is that all?
Every woman we meet can ply the needle.