"That's very true!" "A woman who really loves a man," went on Angus, mechanically fingering the skeins of lace thread which lay on the table at Mary's side, ready for use--"governs him, unconsciously to herself, by the twin powers of sex and instinct.

She was intended for his help-mate, to guide him in the right way by her finer forces.

If she neglects to cultivate these finer forces--if she tramples on her own natural heritage, and seeks to 'best' him with his own weapons--she fails--she must fail--she deserves to fail! But as true wife and true mother, she is supreme!" "But the ladies are not content with such a limited sphere," began Helmsley, with a little smile.
"Limited?
Good God!--where does the limit come in ?" demanded Reay.

"It is because they are not sufficiently educated to understand their own privileges that women complain of limitations.

An unthinking, unreasoning, unintelligent wife and mother is of course no higher than any other female of the animal species--but I do not uphold this class.
I claim that the woman who _thinks_, and gives her intelligence full play--the woman who is physically sound and morally pure--the woman who devoutly studies the noblest side of life, and tries to bring herself into unison with the Divine intention of human progress towards the utmost good--she, as wife and mother, is the angel of the world.