Yesterday morning I amused myself with an exercise of a talent I once possessed, but have so neglected that my performance might almost be called an experiment. I cut out a dress for one of the women.

children are made of eyes and ears, and nothing, however minute, escapes their microscopic observation.

They frequently find the truth who do not seek it, they who do, frequently lose it.

A great number of the women are victims to falling of the womb and weakness in the spine; but these are necessary results of their laborious existence, and do not belong either to climate or constitution.

I have sometimes been haunted with the idea that it was an imperative duty, knowing what I know, and having seen what I have seen, to do all that lies in my power to show the dangers and the evils of this frightful institution.

Assuredly of all earthly conditions uncertainty is the most unblest.

The spring is already here with her hands full of flowers.