A Light Wind Swept Over The Corn,

The Bud, Though Plucked, Would Not Be Withered, Only Transplanted To A Fitter Soil To Ripen And Blow Beneath A Brighter Sun; And Though I Might Not Cherish And Watch My Child's Unfolding Intellect, He Would Be Snatched Away From All The Suffering And Sins Of Earth; And My Understanding Tells Me This Would Be No Great Evil; But My Heart Shrinks From The Contemplation Of Such A Possibility, And Whispers I Could Not Bear To See Him Die.

I Would Not Send A Poor Girl Into The World, Ignorant Of The Snares That Beset Her Path; Nor Would I Watch And Guard Her, Till, Deprived Of Self-respect And Self-reliance, She Lost The Power Or The Will To Watch And Guard Herself .

I Was Sorry For Her; I Was Amazed, Disgusted At Her Heartless Vanity; I Wondered Why So Much Beauty Should Be Given To Those Who Made So Bad A Use Of It, And Denied To Some Who Would Make It A Benefit To Both Themselves And Others. But, God Knows Best, I Concluded. There Are, I Suppose, Some Men As Vain, As Selfish, And As Heartless As She Is, And, Perhaps, Such Women May Be Useful To Punish Them.

If You Would Have A Boy To Despise His Mother, Let Her Keep Him At Home, And Spend Her Life In Petting Him Up, And Slaving To Indulge His Follies And Caprices.

Then, You Must Fall Each Into Your Proper Place. You'll Do Your Business, And She, If She's Worthy Of You, Will Do Hers; But It's Your Business To Please Yourself, And Hers To Please You.