Maids Must Be Wives, And Mothers, To

The Spring Is Already Here With Her Hands Full Of Flowers.

Assuredly Of All Earthly Conditions Uncertainty Is The Most Unblest.

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

The Whole Gamut Of Good And Evil Is In Every Human Being, Certain Notes, From Stronger Original Quality Or Most Frequent Use, Appearing To Form The Whole Character; But They Are Only The Tones Most Often Heard. The Whole Scale Is In Every Soul, And The Notes Most Seldom Heard Will On Rare Occasions Make Themselves Audible.

Though The Negroes Are Fed, Clothed, And Housed, And Though The Irish Peasant Is Starved, Naked, And Roofless, The Bare Name Of Freemen-the Lordship Over His Own Person, The Power To Choose And Will-are Blessings Beyond Food, Raiment, Or Shelter; Possessing Which, The Want Of Every Comfort Of Life Is Yet More Tolerable Than Their Fullest Enjoyment Without Them.