The Master's Irresponsible Power Has No Such

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.

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

Better Trust All, And Be Deceived, And Weep That Trust And That Deceiving, Than Doubt One Heart, That If Believed Had Blessed One's Life With True Believing.

The Large And Rapid Fortunes By Which Vulgar And Ignorant People Become Possessed Of Splendid Houses, Splendidly Furnished, Do Not Of Course, Give Them The Feelings And Manners Of Gentle Folks.

What Shall I Do With All The Days And Hours That Must Be Counted Ere I See Thy Face? How Shall I Charm The Interval That Lowers Between This Time And That Sweet Time Of Grace?