There is evidently a strong will which carries all before it, not like the sweep of the hurricane, but like the slow, steady, and powerful march of the molten lava.
"It is sad to see a woman sacrificing the ties of the affections even to do good.

I have no doubt Miss Dix does much good, but a woman needs a home and the love of other women at least, if she lives without that of man." The following entry was made many years after:-- "August, 1871.

I have just seen Miss Dix again, having met her only once for a few minutes in all the eighteen years.

She listened to a story of mine about some girls in need, and then astonished me by an offer she made me." "Feb.

15, 1853.