I Have Been Out Again On The

Maids Must Be Wives, And Mothers, To Fulfil Th' Entire And Holiest End Of Woman's Being.

In The North We Could Not Hope To Keep The Worst And Poorest Servant For A Single Day In The Wretched Discomfort In Which Our Negro Servants Are Forced Habitually To Live.

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 Want To Do Everything In The World That Can Be Done.

Christmas Is A Season Of Such Infinite Labour, As Well As Expense In The Shopping And Present-making Line, That Almost Every Woman I Know Is Good For Nothing In Purse And Person For A Month Afterwards, Done Up Physically, And Broken Down Financially.