The poor wretch, driven by desperation to the commission of a crime which her soul abhors, is no more beyond the hope of reformation than she is without the pale of mercy.

I have suffered--I have sinned--I have repented.

And, though neither peace nor innocence can be restored to my bosom; though tears cannot blot out my offences, nor sorrow drown my shame; yet, knowing that my penitence is sincere, I do not despair that my transgressions may be forgiven." "Mighty fine!" ejaculated Mrs.Wood, contemptuously.
"You cannot understand me, Madam; and it is well you cannot.

Blest with a fond husband, surrounded by every comfort, _you_ have never been assailed by the horrible temptations to which misery has exposed _me_.
You have never known what it is to want food, raiment, shelter.

You have never seen the child within your arms perishing from hunger, and no relief to be obtained.