The San Francisco Sunday Call
WE BELIEVE in the development of the women of today, and we
have in our editorial mind a great many things stored away for
their advantage. We shall use them as wo see fit, but invariably
for the benefit of women, and with a single thought toward their
advancement. We believe in the progress of woman in the business world,
faaid to this end are published countless articles and sketches calculated to
vfeiiligrhten those who have already entered this hurried walk of life.
'}[."\u25a0\u25a0', We believe in continuous improvement of the social life along its best
\u25a0Conventional side, and to this end are given forth ideas galore for the
fjftirtheranco of "that code by which we live so that we may come in con
' idd : with our fellow men and women without offense."
• \u25a0And then we believe in helping along the growth of women who live
the homo life. Here in our column is planted every available root that will
\u25a0grow and bud and blossom forth into perfect fruit for the nourishing of
; We believe, moreover, in the personal life of women and in furthering,
through sketch and story, every individual thought that will take them
along the path of personal development.
believe in the progress of woman along avenues of learning — in
tho ascendency of womankind by the way of the ladder of culture.
; ;\u25a0 A glimpse into these furtheT reaches may be hers at our expense.
We Might Have Been
WE MIGHT have
are but com
And yet they
make the sum of
.They are the echo of those finer chords,
: .;Wrhose music life deplores when un
We might have been!
We might have been so happy! says the
Pent In the weary schoolroom during
\u25a0When the green rushes 'mid the
S" : . marshes wld, ,
:' "And rosy fruits, attend the radiant
. . comer.
We might have been!
•It 'is the thought that darkens on our
>:.When first experience— sad experience
:'.",. ;, — teaches
.What fallacies we have believed for
;;•' Aria what few truths endeavor ever
We might hay© been!
Alas.' How different from what we are
•Had we but known the bitter path
••\u25a0 before us;
But feelings, hopes and fancies left
Hats On and Why
;T N REFERENCE to that little matter
.1 of the masculine hat during elevator
'"*— * travel, let us look the matter and
the wearer squarely In the face and try
V to hit the hat on the head.
Being a gentleman covers a pood deal
of ground, and not
infreque ntly It
makes a good be
ginning at the top
of the head. There
Is not one among us
who can afford to
neglect his personal
appareL "M an'i
Carlyle tells us,
"are all hooked and
buttoned tog ether
and held up *by
clothes." and we
have not under
stood that the hat
is out of the count;
but be these sepa
rate garments wnat they may, their
cost makes very little matter In the
long run. but there's everything in the
way we wear them.
Politeness Is not put on and taken off
with the hat. but just the reverse.
But <to the elevator! which is neither
your home nor mine, but common
ground, where all men are free and
equal. "And all women," pleads Lazy
Lawrence, who contends that the equal
ity movement permits ot his keeping his
hat on in the office "lift." Says he:
"The hotel elevator and the apartment
elevator are in a so-called private house,
and there only am I required to remove
my hat. The railway station, the de
partment store and the office building
elevators are a different thing altogether.
In tliem I am out of doors. I raise my
hat if I meet my own acquaintances,
and I pat it on again."
So far so good-^or so bad. as you please
to view it. Masculine reasons for cling
ing to the hat are not edifying on paper.
It disturbs the hair of the d*j?per to
needlessly remove and replace it. Some
are subject to coWs, and the elevator is,
at beta, a draughty place, and, therefore,
impassible to the scant of hair. One
who "knows he is as polite as any
body" (and this isn't saying much) sees
nb £en*e in taking off his hat, and a
brother to this Chesterfield pleads that
the usual run of men keep them on. and,
therefore, so does he. As a reason, this
last reaches a limit hard to pass.
"It Is quite too much trouble." says
Weary Willy, and there are hordes who
have no real reason to offer except that
they just won't, so they Just don't, and
this last is an attitude altogether com
plimentary to the women who ride.
The man with a cold In his head is,
of course, excusable, seeing that no one
will arise out of the hurly-burly or
spring— fairy -like— out of the elevator to
pay his doctor bill. But the others?
Well, their reasons are as weak as those
of two men whose wives confronted
them at a matinee in business hours on
one of the most perfect days of spring.
FOR THE WOMAN WHO THINKS AND FEELS
What In the
wide bl c a k
world can e'er
We might have
It is the motto of all human things,
The end of all that waits on mortal
The weary -weight upon hope** flagging
It Is the cry of the worn heart while
We might have been!
Life is made up of miserable hours.
And all of which we craved & brief
For which we wasted wishes, hopes and
Comes with some fatal drawback on
We" might have been!
The future never renders to the past
The young beliefs Intrusted to Its
Inscribe one sentence— life's first truth
On the pale marble where our dust Is
We might have been!
— Letltia Elizabeth Landon.
"Wandered In to keep \u25a0warm," ventured
one, while the other murmured some
thing about getting cooled off.
That man who rides in an elevator
with a woman of his acquaintance and
is carried roofward gratis with his
hat still on is a positive burden to the
man who Is a gentleman born and who,
getting on. would raise, and keep raised,
his hat as in the presence of any wom
an, and he does it to his great discom
fort, because he places the other man
at a disadvantage, which embarrasses
There are a choice few, who, knowing,
do the correct and gentlemanly act
without fair, and to these excuses are
unknown. These are they who proclaim
no reasons for or against politeness, but
with whom it is innate. They would as
soon sit 6tlU in front of a waiting wom
an in a trolley car during a twenty-mile
ride as they would stand hatted while
they rub ehoulders with a woman or
two in a 6 by 5 lift.
The proverbial "woman's reason" for
removing the hat may be about as shal
low as those masculine suggestions for
keeping it on; but several are offered by
\u25a0way of diversion and that they may
clear the air of a coming storm— and
then, too, altruism enters in.
Now the feminine hat is large and its .
saw-tooth edges threaten to decapitate,
but the man who
would dodge it
finds a worse snare
in the pointed hat
your headpiece held
before you as a
shield is the cor
rect and reasonable
disposal of the \u25a0
summer hat, while'
elevating. It is the
one .protection pro
vided for modern
man against this
feminine foible. \u25a0 .
And then, too, your hair needs a
tonic. Small doses of atmosphere, my
friends, .are equal to a mediocre mas
sage; and prolonged fresh-air treatment
is the Inexpensive equivalent, any day,
of crude petroleum. ....
The Age-to Marry
THE reiponsibllity of marriage either
varies with the country or else
there is a marked difference In
judgment as to just what ages of man
and woman are the ones to carry the
duties of married life in a mature and
successful way. v.
In Germany a "man" in- order to marry
must be at least 18 years of age. s
In Spain the bridegroonrmust be over
14 and the bride over 12 years of age. -
In Austria a couple are supposed to be
capable of conducting a home of their
own from the age of 14.
In France the man must be IS and the
woman 16 before they are allowed to
AND bo It was all over, and there
was nothing to do but to make
the best of it. He had not
msde a i scene, nor attempted 'to be
heroic, and she had been very matter
of fact and quite decisive. She could
not love him, did not to marry
him, and was very, very sorry he had
been led to believe that she could and
did. but It had not been her fault.
They had known each other a week,
and, 'lf he had thought she was such
an easy conquest as that, well, she was
very sorry, but he was quite mistaken,
and would he please take her back to
camp as quickly as possible, as she had
to pack. Her manner had left him no
room tor any doubt of her sincerity.
and he had started to paddle listlessly
back to the tents, until the nervous
tapping of her foot against the Tibs of
the canoe convinced j him that there
was need, for haste, and a few deep
strokes brought them up on the shore.
He steadied the canoe while she stepped
out upon tLe big rock that served as a
landing, watched her as she slowly
walked up the little beach, backed off
and turned up stream. She was going
in an hour, they would not see each
other again, and she had not even turn
ed to say "Good-bye."
Very well. He could bear it and be as
proud as she was disdainful; and he
paddlted slowly up the stream where
their party had been camped for the last
weqjc. He would stay away for that
hour, and when he came back she would
be gone. It had been of so little conse
quence to her that he would not let her
see how much it meant to him; aVid,
meanwhile, it was good to be alone, and
be had much to think of. He was out
of sight of the tents now, hidden by a
curve and the clump of pines that
seemed to have slid down from the upper
hills to the water's edge. A turn of the
blade brought him close to the water
logged stump that had almost over
turned them that first day, when her
coolness and bravery had so won his ad
miration, before he had known her an
hour. She had been such a sport. The
splashing of her white dress and the
probability of an upset had not alarmed
her in the least, and she had laughed go
adorably when he had feared the water
would spot the skirt.
And here was the eteep little cliff, ris
ing from the water's edge, where the
tiny ferns grew and the mosses that she
had insisted on gathering for herself.
She bad clambered out oi the canoe and
up a ledge scarcely wide enough to give
her a foothold, in spite of his sugges
tion that it was risky, and had laughed
pluokily enough and actually dared him
to go away and leave her when he had
backed the canoe away from under her
and asked her what she was going to do
about it. Oh, she had been a good com
rade and a good sport! And she had
not been afraid of the water. He won
dered, moodily, why she had laughed
WE DO not have to travel to China
for this. It exists In a very ag
gravated form In this land of
freedom and equality. It Is Just as ma
lignant as .In other countries where
classes of society exist, and where titles
• —I refuse to say of nobility— are handud
down or bought. .The pride of birth Is a
foolish pride, and just' as soon as you
realize- that a man- is , to: be judged by,
what he Is and not who his great-grand
father-was will there be a true and just
valuation of people. w.- ' , .:
"Oh. he is descended from one: of the
flrst governors of Massachusetts," "is a
more influential card of admission than
anything that the man has done. . If a
woman can trace' her descent .from . a
very Inferior class of titled * good-for?
nothings ;In a remote province ~ofv a .
European country she will "apprise you
.of the fact. She knows that It has f
weight with the majority of Americans.
; I know of one woman who 'proudly
flaunts a crest on ring, carriage and pil
low cushions. She doesn't know very"
much of history— all -of her time : has
been given-to rooting) around In musty
books tracing her ; ; connection " with 'a'
certain character'that It ; were - well j not :
to .*\u25a0 mention in \u25a0 polite society.' .: But « he
was -a ."noble 1 ; and -his arm was heavy
enough to change a few .boundary, lines
in the eiden! times; So my friend? talks :
about the "castle" that is really i hers
and insists upon your recognition- of the
fact 'that- she; is a descendant of Athls'
great (and bad) man. -;.; :
An amusing incident I;reeall, when a
when he asked If she were afraid. Girls
were always afraid in boats, but she
had seemed to enjoy it from the first and
was. never fidgety or nervous.
He was a half mile up stream now, at
the foot of the pasture where the black
berry tangle grew. They had tied up,
under the bushes on the bank one day
and he had nlled her hands with the
berries, big, juicy, black fellows they
were, just at their full ripeness. And he
dared to feed her with his fingers, and,
laughing, had pretended to miss her
mouth, until her cheeks .and chin had
dripped with the red juice. How severe
ly she had scolded him, and how sweet
ly she had forgiven him and made him
wash her very face with his handker
chief dipped In the stream. They had
been very, very good friends after that.
A sharp turn around a little point jut
ting out into the stream brought him to
the foot of the rapids, Jn the quiet, shel
tered backwater they had christened
"Cozy Cove." The rapids emptying into
a pool out in the middle of the channel
come down among rocks and stump 3
deep and strong, tempting the venture
some and threatening the unwary. He
had carried his canoe around one day
and shot them for .her. . sitting on the
bank. And then, after much coaxing,
had carried again and taken her through
as a passenger. He knew them well,
every swirl and eddy, but it was no mat
ter • for careless steering,' and he' was .
more relieved than he would admit when
they shot out safely Into the quiet pool
at the foot. Her added weight had up
set his calculations and brought the-bow
down into one wash that, with a vicious
slap had thrown a pailful over the gun
wale and into her lap. But she had
laughed and pretended not to mind the 1
wetting, and scoffed at his steering. And
that was the pirl he had lost! That girl
who had just measured to his ideal. No
one was about, and there was no use in
pretending: that he did not care. She
was back at camp; maybe she had gone ,
by now. It was later than he had
He threw himself on his back, along
the floor of the canoe, among the cush
ions, and stared at the sky through the
overhanging branches. The canoe had
grounded on the bankof the cove and
was Etin."* Here ,; was i where they had
been the day they forgotto go back to
dinner.- Yesterday. It was; the same
boat, the same; cushions, the same cove,
sky, trees, almost everything. Almost.
And this was how, he had very care
fully stretched -himself on the 'broad
floor, with his head beside the cushion
she was sitting on. That was a day of
days. And she had ordered him to sit
up and keep to his end of the boat, and,
when he had refused, had said: "Better
go. It's raining," dipping her hand in
the stream and letting it drip on his
upturned face.- And he had countered by
reaching up for a twig from the bush
above them, holding it between his
teeth for ' a tentpole and, draping his
ever-ready handkerchief over it, had
boldly announced: "Let it rain. I'm a
circus tent." And she had quickly check
mated by dripping a whole branch in
the water and playing cloudburst above
him 'so successfully that his return to
his seat in the stern had nearly upset
them both Into the water. That »had
been only yesterday. And today; today.
was so different.
As well stay .here as anywhere. Here
was where they had spent so much time
together, talking of everything He had
told her all he hoped to do, all he hoped
to make of himself, all his Ideals, every
thing; for she was a girl one could
trust. And she had softly told him of
her; ideal man. and he. foolishly, had
thought that it was iike the man he
meant to be. He had been such a fool.
He had thought she cared as he did.
That, had all been long ago. What was
It she had just said? That sho could
not love him and did not want to marry
him? That was It. He'drew his arm
across his eyes^to shut out the glare.
Thoughts were not pleasant, but they
1 young, weak-chinned., simpering man in
sisted that every, one In. a small gather-"
ing real ize that his ' grandfather fought
.In the Civil« War, and the * great-grand
father wlth'Pfrry. while other ancestors
managed to take a few lives in the Rev- 1
I olutlon.land on back through the bloody
conflicts "that mark the pages of Eng
i lish. history. : Finally, one quiet 'and for
cible i old '.character burst out with:
"Now, >. what "have : you -done?" It Is
'hardly ]- necessary to say " that he had -•
done nothing worth while.':- Hl3 time had *
been devoted. to worshiping his ances-^
tors. :~ His' r ;life '.: had been 'practically '
wasted so far as doing anything -goes. | : "
Foolish. isn't>it?^L»id: it. ever strike
•; you "that -. ancestors 1 wqrei very : human.
. wlthgoodand bad points In their cbar
- acterstr-.And : do ; you know that it would
: ber phenomenal h If : only,"; the - excellent
moral-traits were inherited?, :
:- '. I ' ad mire ia i great man in history. I re
>-> joice iwhen •a ? flght , has been ; made that
\u25a0has left its; mark on the progress of .the .;
world. .> But 4 ! when M: see ? the. pride of V
• birth flighting, the eye \ of ; a woman- or
man, "Panv constrained to ask what un
attractive :•' characteristics <« have been \u25a0
: handed down also. For, if you < examine :
\u25a0i the lords joj of * the Middle Ages, \u25a0 there will
,be -. found!;; quite : a s supply, of crude and
; ugly lines. . Remember .that' there is
t many.:a'i f amlly^tree • that ; ought ' to ; have :
a J few branches s lopped \u25a0' off, if you are .
bunting for the nobility. ;, Quite a' few of
the * enterprising Americans have found
that a family'tree Is a'ithing.too shady,
to have around the house, sometimes.:' •
would not down, and they were all he
A scream, a splash close at hand, a
sharp cry for. help, and an instant later
his canoe swung around the point and
darted into an arm of the pool on the
other .side. Another canoe was rocking
violently, and a fluffy head above the
surface showed him where his work lay.
He could remember nothing clearly aft
erward, save that he found himself on
the shore with the dripping, gasping
form of the girl, and she was asking to
be> taken home, please! please! and
quickly. She was not hurt He waded
out into the stream, sent each canoe
ashore with a push, tied the painter of
the one to his stern thwart, and finally
helped her into his own. He did not
lOOK at her. I\ut an hour ago she had
told him that she did not want to marry
him, and he would not take advantage
of his posltk.n to ask her' again. It
would bo cowardly, and could only be
painful to her. He kept his eyes from
her face and paddled for camp in si
lence, but liis thoughts were busy try
ing to reconcile the. irreconcilable. He
had been sure yhe cared for him until
that afternoon,- when she had said she
did not. She had said she was going
that evening, though there was but one
train a day in the morning, and a long
walk from camp at that. She had fallen
out of a canoe in still water; she who
could ride the big rapid without serious
mishap. Sho hid called for help, and
allowed him to rescue her from a 4 pool
four feet deep, though she could swim
like a wild duck. She had even'been
careful not to wet her hair.
And, worst of all, instead of going to
attend to that hypothetical packing, she
had~paddled a mile from camp, to their
own Cozy Cove, to do this thing. A
great light came to him. and he gazed
at . : her," sternly, dripping unrepentant on
the floor of the boat. The day was still
warm. A sudden thrust of his paddle
brought the canoe swinging around
again, nnd a pull headed her up
stream. The girl looked up inquiring
ly, but ho made no sign. Still averting
his eyes, he pulled back to their cove,
unanswering the amazed question of
her glance, until they were again in the
shelter of the bushes fringing the quiet
pool. With his baling sponge he dried
the floor as well as he could, threw the
painter over; the hook of a branch, and.
finally, folding his arms, with the air of
a Judge pronouncing sentence, he said.
"Now aren't you ashamed of yourself?"
The sun. had gone down, camp supper
was well over, and It was a cold and
shivering but aggressively happy pair
that finally pulled , their canoes up on
the gravel and demanded beans and
coffee from a scandalized pair of cooks
who. Indignantly offered crackers and
•chocolate In exchange for a full and
complete apology for missing the third
meal in \u25a0 two days.
E. CARROLL. SCHAEFFER.
One j remark of a" powerful speaker
comes to my mind: :.: "l .would rather,"
he ; said,' "be ashamed of nay ancestors
than that- they: should -be ashamed' of
me."' 1 ;'; -- ..^ -./\u25a0;,*,,: o '.\u25a0; \u25a0 ;, •"\u25a0;\u25a0•
-There's food for thought! You: owe it
to the race to go on; uplifting yourself,
': improving, bettering,; changing your en
tire character. You have no . right ,to
rest; calmly on- the laurels won by your
great-great-grandfather. ..You are ; fail
ing.: If ; you : have ; not ; done ; something a
little 'better than ' the' lord ".whose crest
you *are using. 7 Shame .on you, if you
are "content \ to ' be the descendant : of a
commanding crusader and are not fight
ing in» a modern world 'for? a modern
principle of. right in your Jown: way.
.Ancestor- worshipers will : never be
' anything \in these days. The woman .
and • man . who - have ' the > right - view of
their v line of, descent will* respect the
people of their, great family,- and- will*
turn * their faces toward the ; present-day \u25a0\u25a0
A'*' descendant ; of . the peasant '\u25a0\u25a0'. should .
command just *as much of your * respect
as of the feudal master, if he has proved
his individual: worth. r-^v
.^< Do not consign the family crest ito the
ash iheap.V'But do not talk too much ;
about >; it. The other ' person : without \u25a0 a
coat* of- arms,; but with some goodred
blood; .will seize the opportunity to do
something ., while " you \ are . looking back
ward.V j ,^* ; .v :>\u25a0 - \u25a0• . -\,-'. i °.:^-./ \u'-'-> "\u25a0. '\u25a0\u25a0•
-;Dld you ever, think where you and the
peasant might end if you; wentback far -
enough? BARBARA LEE.
fXI HERE Is another name for the
I woman who insists upon ringing
•*- the alarm and crushing any en
thusiasm from a fairly large circle of
fHonrt* shßisan =>"'Tiated wet blanket!
You have heard
)f the alarmist who
i wakened her
maids at the first
streak of dawn by
knocking at the
loors and exclaim
ng: "Get up right
row's Tuesday and
:be next day's
rWere"s half the
(veek gone and not
i scrap of work
s done yet!"
That's a fine con
dition to combat, isn't it? You can't
deny the possibility of the aforemention
ed events happening, but at the same
time the excited prophecy stirs up the
ordinary happy mortal to a well-found
I know a human tocsin who always
suggests a sudden drenching shower.
She emerges from her home and looks
up into the clear vault of heaven's blue.
A frown twista her pretty face, and then
she dampens the spirits of the others
by sniffing the air and calling for an
umbrella. "It is all right now," she
will say. "but you can't tell me that
there's no dampness in this atmosphere.
Mark my words, it Ja going to rain."
She is so self-satisfied and so emphat
ic that she persuades her pretty com
panions Into following her example.
They would like to use their umbrellas
on the prophet's hat, later on, when
the sun sinks in a clear sky.
Thgre is the woman who never wears
a ring without working herself up into
a state of nervous agitation for fear
that the stone might fall out and b*
lost. Another type never wears her new
and expensive hat (until it ,1s out of
IS ANYTHING more, wonderful than
another, if you consider it ma
turely? I have seen no man rise
from the dead; I have seen some thou
sands rise from nothing. I have not
force to fly into the sun, but I have
force to lift my hand, which Is equally
strange. — Carlyle.
As ygu grow ready for it, some
where or other you will find what Is
needful for you, in a book, or a friend,
or, best of all, in your own thoughts,
the eternal thought speaking in your
thought. —George MacDoiiald.
A houso is no home unless it contain
food and fire for the mind as well as
for the body.
—Margaret Fuller Ossoll.
• Manners are the happy ways of do
ing things. If they are superficial, so
are the dewdrops, which give such a
depth to the morning meadow.
. A higher morality, like a higher in
telligence, must be reached by a slow
growth. y —Herbert Spencer. ;
ABRAHAM LINCOLN'S fortune was
Buchanan possessed $200,000. „
President Johnson's wealth was esti
mated at $50,000. .
President Polk left $150,000.
President Pierce saved $50,000.
I Washington married a rich widow and
John Adams was worth about $60,000,
Millard Fillmore married twice, and
added to his wealth each time.
Ex-President Hayes was coining money
out of his chicken farm.
The Garfleld family are well provided
for by the pension granted by Congress
and the income of a large public fund.
.Van Buren was worth $300,000.
Our Finger Nails
PINK nails. Indolence.
' Red nails, a warlike nature.
- Narrow nails incline to mischief.
Filbert nails are associated with de
Small round nails. . denote obstinacy.
Crooked cialls indicate a fierce nature.
Nails abnormally pale or with black
specks on them denote sickness.
Broad nails are' considered to be in
dicative of bashful and gentle nature.
: Long nails appertain to those of a tem
porizing disposition. These are the nails
of persons who hate scenes.
THERE is no beautifler of complex
' Ion, ; or' form, or behavior, like the
wish to scatter joy, and not pain,
around usi ' 'Tis good to give a stranger
a meal or a night's lodging. 'Tls better
to Vb€ hospitable to his good meaning
and thought and give courage to a com
panion. -We must be as courteous to a
man as we are to a picture, which we
are 'willing to give the advantage of a
gocdKght. \u25a0•-..-\u25a0\u25a0: ~Emerson.
style) because the wear and tear ar«
too hard or* it. Just why It was bought
I have never been able to discover.
"Think of all the times ho is going to
fall!" whimpered a young mother while
looking at a 6-month-old baby boy.
"And the toothaches that h« must
have!" Well, from there she might
have departed into wide Gelds of specu
lation had not her sensible husband
come, to the rescue. But that woman
wil! ever shut the door against happi
ness. She has formed the habit and
upon her head be the clouds!
If you analyze the tocsin* type- you will
flnd that pessimism unrestrained is the
dominant factor in the general make
up. A little glance at the darker sida
every day has resulted in an Inability
to adjust the nature to strong light.
Hence the ding-dong bell. It reverber
ates through the home, and the alarm
ing sound travels out over the door
step and assails the ears of a neighbor.
People do not wish to be told of tho
awful things that are waiting beyond.
They resent any Intrusion upon their
calm happiness, and black looks will be
directed toward the purveyor of coming
catastrophe— looks that will usually rival
the predicted storm clouds.
It is very difficult
to outsmlle the toc
Do not let the
grumpy one spoil
your day. If neces
sary, suggest that
she take off her
hat, or the ring,
br stay home if the
future be so ex
3m lie and b«
happy, for trouble
is sure to come anyway, and it la
better to enjoy yourself while you can.
Let Lady Trouble ring the. alarm, but
listen just enough to be polite.
BB*SURE the works of Mighty men—
The good, the faithful, the sub
Stored in the gallery of Time, '
Repose awliile— to wake again.
The one thing you have to do is to
make a clear-voiced llttl© instrument of
yourself, which other people can depend
upon entirely for the note wanted.
;;/.:;' — Ruskin.
Music resembles poetry: In each
Are nameless graces which no methods
And whicU a master hand alone can
There is no feeling, perhaps, except
the extremes of fear and grief, that does
not find relief in music— that does not
make a man sins: or play better.
'- . —George Eliot.
Wouldst thou know if a people be well
governed, if its laws be good or bad. ex
amine the music it practices.
On Good Breeding
A GREAT part of our education is
sympathetic and social. Boys and
girls who have been brought up
with well-informed and superior people
show in their manners an inestimable
grace. Fuller says that "William, earl
of Nassau, won a subject from the king
of Spain every time he took off his hat."
You cannot have one well-bred man.
without a whole society of such. They
keep each other up to any high point.
Especially women; It requires a great
many cultivated women— salons of
bright, elegant, reading women, accus
tomed to ease and refinement, to spec
tacles, pictures, sculpture^ poetry and
to elegant society— ln order that you
should have one Madame de Stael.
A Wife's Qualifications
THERE are three things which a
good wife should .resemble, and
yet' those three things she should
not resemble. She should be like a
town clock— keep time and regularity.
She should not. however, be like a town
clock— speak so loudly that all the town
may hear her. She should be like a snail
—prudent and keep withdn her own
house. She should not be like a snail—
carry all she has upon her back. She
should be like an echo— speak when
spoken to. But she should not be like
an echo — determined always to have th»
Vanity of Life
HOW small'a portion of our life It Is
that we really enjoy. la youth we.
are looking forward to things that
are to come. In old age we are looking
backward to things that are gone- past;
In manhood, although w« appear Indeed
to be more occupied In things that aro
present, even that Is too often absorbed
in vague determinations to be vastly
happy on some future day when w«
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