If all wives were of my mind and my spirit, husbands would soon be taught their own insignificance.

But a time _will_ come (and that before long,) when our sex will assert its superiority; and, when we have got the upper hand, let 'em try to subdue us if they can.

But don't suppose, Madam, that anything I say has reference to you.

I'm speaking of virtuous women--of WIVES, Madam.
Mistresses neither deserve consideration nor commiseration." "I expect no commiseration," returned Mrs.Sheppard, gently, "nor do I need any.

But, rather than be the cause of any further misunderstanding between you and my benefactor, I will leave London and its neighbourhood for ever." "Pray do so, Madam," retorted Mrs.Wood, "and take your son with you." "My son!" echoed the widow, trembling.
"Yes, your son, Madam.