I dare say the woman's husband and your brother see to that among them.

Oh, that my boy, Hugh, as he used to be, should have brought us all to this! But there's no knowing what they won't do among them.

Reform, indeed! Murder, sacrilege, adultery, treason, atheism;--that's what Reform means; besides every kind of nastiness under the sun." In which latter category Miss Stanbury intended especially to include bad printer's ink, and paper made of straw.
The reader may as well see the letter which was as civil a letter as ever one woman wrote to another, so that the collection of the Stanbury correspondence may be made perfect.
The Close, August 6, 186--.
MY DEAR NIECE, Your letter has not astonished me nearly as much as you expected it would.

I am an older woman than you, and, though you will not believe it, I have seen more of the world.

I knew that the gentleman would come after the lady.