Peace Produced By Suppression Is Neither Natural

I Constantly Felt (as I Suppose Many An Ambitious Girl Has Felt) A Thumping From Within Unanswered By Any Beckoning From Without.

A Race Cannot Be Purified From Without.

As In An Icicle The Agnostic Abides Alone. The Vital Principle Is Taken Out Of All Endeavor For Improving Himself Or Bettering Hisfellows. All Hope In The Grand Possibilities Of Life Are Blasted.

The Old, Subjective, Stagnant, Indolent And Wretched Life For Woman Has Gone. She Has As Many Resources As Men, As Many Activities Beckon Her On. As Large Possibilities Swell And Inspire Her Heart.

With Five To Ten Hundred Pure-minded Young Women Threading The Streets Of The Village Every Evening Unattended, Vice Must Slink Away, Like Frost Before The Rising Sun.