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+Project Gutenberg's What Great Men Have Said About Women, by Various
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+Title: What Great Men Have Said About Women
+       Ten Cent Pocket Series No. 77
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+Author: Various
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+Editor: Marcet Haldeman-Julius
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+Release Date: August 2, 2005 [EBook #16418]
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WHAT GREAT MEN HAVE SAID ***
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+TEN CENT POCKET SERIES NO. 77
+
+Edited by E. Haldeman-Julius
+
+
+WHAT GREAT MEN HAVE SAID ABOUT WOMEN
+
+
+HALDEMAN-JULIUS COMPANY
+GIRARD. KANSAS
+
+
+
+
+                    SHAKESPEARE.
+
+
+          Where is any author in the world
+    Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?
+
+      _Love's Labour's Lost, A. 4, S. 3._
+
+
+        The idea of her life shall sweetly creep
+    Into his study of imagination;
+    And every lovely organ of her life
+    Shall come apparel'd in more precious habit,
+    More moving-delicate, and full of life,
+    Into the eye and prospect of his soul.
+
+      _Much Ado About Nothing, A. 4, S. 1._
+
+
+        Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
+    Shall win my love.
+
+      _Taming of the Shrew, A. 4, S. 2._
+
+
+        Win her with gifts, if she respect not words;
+    Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind,
+    More than quick words, do move a woman's mind.
+
+      _Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3, S. 1._
+
+
+        You, that have so fair parts of woman on you,
+    Have too a woman's heart: which ever yet
+    Affected eminence, wealth, sovereignty.
+
+      _Henry VIII., A. 2, S. 3._
+
+
+        'Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud;
+    'Tis virtue that doth make them most admired.
+
+      _Henry VI., Pt. 3, A. 1, S. 4._
+
+
+        From woman's eyes this doctrine I derive;
+    They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
+    They are the books, the arts, the academes,
+    That show, contain, and nourish all the world.
+
+      _Love's Labour's Lost, A. 4, S. 3._
+
+
+        Her voice was ever soft,
+    Gentle, and low: an excellent thing in woman.
+
+      _King Lear, A. 5, S. 3._
+
+
+        Have you not heard it said full oft,
+    A woman's nay doth stand for naught?
+
+      _The Passionate Pilgrim, Line 14._
+
+
+        Thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise,
+    And make it halt behind her.
+
+      _The Tempest, A. 4. S. 1._
+
+
+            Good name in man and woman,
+    Is the immediate jewel of their souls.
+
+      _Othello, A. 3, S. 3._
+
+
+        Women are soft, pitiful, and flexible.
+
+      _Henry VI., Pt. 3, A. 1. S. 4._
+
+
+        Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
+    Even such a woman oweth to her husband;
+    And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
+    And not obedient to his honest will,
+    What is she, but a contending rebel,
+    And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
+
+      _Taming of the Shrew, A. 5, S. 2._
+
+
+        Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
+    Her infinite variety: other women cloy
+    The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry
+    Where most she satisfies.
+
+      _Antony and Cleopatra, A. 2, S. 2._
+
+
+        She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed;
+    She is a woman, therefore to be won.
+
+      _Henry VI., Pt. 1, A. 5, S. 3._
+
+
+        Say, that she rail; why, then I'll tell her plain
+    She sings as sweetly as a nightingale;
+    Say, that she frown; I'll say, she looks as clear
+    As morning roses newly wash'd with dew;
+    Say, she be mute, and will not speak a word;
+    Then I'll commend her volubility,
+    And say she uttereth piercing eloquence.
+
+      _Taming of the Shrew, A. 2, S. 1._
+
+
+        Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces;
+    ... Say they have angels' faces.
+    That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
+    If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
+
+      _Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3. S. 1._
+
+
+        Bethink thee on her virtues that Surmount,
+    And natural graces that extinguish art;
+           *       *       *       *       *
+    And, which is more, she is not so divine,
+    So full-replete with choice of all delights,
+    But, with as humble lowliness of mind,
+    She is content to be at your command.
+
+      _Henry VI., Pt. 1, A. 5, S. 5._
+
+
+              Let still the woman take
+    An elder than herself; so wears she to him,
+    So sways she level in her husband's heart.
+    For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
+    Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
+    More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn.
+    Than women's are.
+
+      _Twelfth Night, A. 2, S. 4.
+
+
+            'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
+    Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.
+
+      _Twelfth Night, A. 1, S. 5._
+
+
+                     Fresh tears
+    Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey-dew
+    Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd.
+
+      _Titus Andronicus, A. 3, S. 1._
+
+
+            Patience and sorrow strove
+    Who should express her goodliest. You have seen
+    Sunshine and rain at once; her smiles and tears
+    Were like a better day: those happy smilets,
+    That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know
+    What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence,
+    As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.
+
+      _King Lear, A. 4, S. 2._
+
+
+                   She is mine own;
+    And I as rich in having such a jewel
+    As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,
+    The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
+
+      _Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 2, S. 4._
+
+
+          A woman impudent and mannish grown
+    Is not more loath'd than an effeminate man
+    In time of action.
+
+      _Troilus and Cressida, A. 3, S. 3._
+
+
+            A woman's face, with Nature's own hand painted,
+    Hast thou ...
+    A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
+    With shifting change, as is false woman's fashion:
+    An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling
+    Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth.
+
+      _Sonnet XX._
+
+
+          No other but a woman's reason;
+    I think him so, because I think him so.
+
+      _Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 1, S. 2._
+
+
+      The hand that hath made you fair hath made
+    you good: the goodness that is cheap in beauty
+    makes beauty brief in goodness; but grace
+    being the soul of your complexion, should keep
+    the body of it ever fair.
+
+      _Measure for Measure, A. 3, S. 1._
+
+
+                If ladies be but young and fair,
+    They have the gift to know it.
+
+      _As You Like It, A. 2, S. 7._
+
+
+          If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,
+    But rather to beget more love in you:
+    If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone;
+           *       *       *       *       *
+    Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;
+    For "_Get you gone_," she doth not mean "_Away!_"
+
+      _Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3, S. 1._
+
+
+              She never told her love,
+    But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
+    Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought,
+    And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
+    She saw, like Patience on a monument,
+    Smiling at grief.
+
+      _Twelfth Night, A. 2, S. 4._
+
+
+                   She shall be
+    A pattern to all ... living with her....
+    Holy and heavenly thoughts shall still counsel her;
+    She shall be lov'd and fear'd. Her own shall bless her....
+    ... Those about her
+    From her shall read the perfect ways of honour....
+    ... Yet a virgin,
+    A most unspotted lily shall she pass
+    To the ground, and all shall mourn her.
+
+      _Henry VIII., A. 5, S. 4._
+
+
+
+
+                    JOHN MILTON.
+
+
+    Grace was in all her steps, Heaven in her eye,
+    In every gesture dignity and love.
+
+      _Paradise Lost, Book 8._
+
+
+              When I approach
+    Her loveliness, so absolute she seems
+    And in herself complete, so well to know
+    Her own, that what she wills to do or say
+    Seems wisest, virtuest, discreetest, best.
+
+      _Paradise Lost, Book 8._
+
+
+                Nothing lovelier can be found
+    In woman than to study household good,
+    And good works in her husband to promote.
+
+      _Paradise Lost, Book 9._
+
+
+    For contemplation he and valour form'd;
+    For softness she and sweet attractive grace;
+    He for God only, she for God in him.
+
+      _Paradise Lost, Book 4._
+
+
+              Among daughters of men ...
+    Many are in each region passing fair
+    As the noon sky; more like to goddesses
+    Than mortal creatures; graceful and discreet;
+    ... Persuasive ...
+    Such objects have the power to soften and tame
+    Severest temper.
+
+      _Paradise Regained, Book 2._
+
+
+                Ladies, whose bright eyes
+    Rain influence.
+
+      _L'Allegro._
+
+
+    Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shined.
+
+      _Sonnet._
+
+
+    O fairest of Creation, last and best
+    Of all God's works, creature in whom excell'd
+    Whatever can to sight or thought be form'd,
+    Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet!
+
+      _Paradise Lost, Book 9._
+
+
+    Curiosity, inquisitive, importune
+    Of secrets, then with like infirmity
+    To publish them, both common female faults.
+
+      _Samson Agonistes._
+
+
+    In argument with men, a woman ever
+    Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause.
+
+      _Samson Agonistes._
+
+
+              Thus it will befall
+    Him who to worth in woman overturning
+    Lets her will rule; restraint she will not brook,
+    And left to herself, if evil thence ensue,
+    She first his weak indulgence will accuse.
+
+      _Paradise Lost, Book 9._
+
+
+            Daughter of God ...
+    I, from the influence of thy looks, receive
+    Access in every virtue: and in thy sight
+    More wise, more watchful, stronger, if need were
+    Of outward strength; while shame, thou looking on.
+    Shame to be overcome or overreach'd.
+    Would utmost vigour raise, and raised unite.
+    Why shouldst not thou like sense within thee feel
+    When I am present, and thy trial choose
+    With me, best witness of thy virtue tried?
+
+      _Paradise Lost, Book 9._
+
+
+            By his countenance he seem'd
+    Entering on studious thoughts abstruse; which Eve
+    Perceiving, where she sat retired in sight,
+    With lowliness majestic from her seat,
+    And grace that won who saw to wish her stay,
+    Rose, and went forth among her fruits and flowers,
+    To visit how they prosper'd, bud and bloom,
+    Her nursery; they at her coming sprung,
+    And, touch'd by her fair tendance gladlier grew.
+
+      _Paradise Lost, Book 8._
+
+
+    So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity,
+    That, when a soul is found sincerely so
+    A thousand liveried angels lackey her,
+    Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt,
+    And in clear dream and solemn vision
+    Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear;
+    Till oft converse with heavenly habitants
+    Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape.
+
+      _Comus._
+
+
+                      A smile that glow'd
+    Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.
+
+      _Paradise Lost, Book 8._
+
+
+            She has a hidden strength ...
+    ... The strength of Heaven,
+    It may be termed her own.
+    'Tis chastity ... chastity....
+    She that has that, is clad in complete steel;
+    And, like a quiver'd Nymph with arrows keen,
+    May trace huge forests, and unharbour'd heaths,
+    ... and sandy perilous wilds ...
+    She may pass on with unblench'd majesty
+    Be it not done in pride, or in presumption.
+
+      _Comus._
+
+
+    O Woman, in thy native innocence, rely
+    On what thou hast of virtue: summon all,
+    For God toward thee hath done His part, do thine.
+
+      _Paradise Lost, Book 9._
+
+
+    What higher in her society thou find'st
+    Attractive, human, rational, love still;
+    In loving thou dost well, in passion not
+    Wherein true love consists not.
+
+      _Paradise Lost, Book 8._
+
+
+    The wife, where danger or dishonour lurks,
+    Safest and seemliest by her husband stays,
+    Who guards her, or with her the worst endures.
+
+      _Paradise Lost, Book 9._
+
+
+    Greatness of mind and nobleness their seat
+    Build in her loveliest, and create an awe
+    About her, as a guard angelic placed.
+
+      _Paradise Lost, Book 8._
+
+
+                Those graceful acts,
+    Those thousand decencies that daily flow
+    From all her words and actions mix'd with love
+    And sweet compliance, which declare unfeign'd
+    Union of mind, or in us both one soul;
+    Harmony to behold in wedded pair
+    More grateful than harmonious sound to the ear.
+
+      _Paradise Lost, Book 8._
+
+
+    Come, pensive Nun, devout and pure,
+    Sober, steadfast, and demure.
+           *       *       *       *       *
+    With even step and musing gait;
+    And looks commercing with the skies,
+    Thy wrapt soul sitting in thine eyes.
+
+      _Il Penseroso._
+
+
+            Innocence and virgin modesty
+    Her virtue, and the conscience of her worth,
+    That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won
+    Not obvious, not obtrusive, but retired
+    The more desirable.
+
+      _Paradise Lost, Book 8._
+
+
+      Lady, thy care is fix'd, and zealously attends
+    To fill thy odorous lamp with deeds of light.
+    And hope that reaps not shame.
+
+      _Sonnet._
+
+
+                    A creature ...
+    ... So lovely fair,
+    That what seem'd fair in all the world seem'd now
+    Mean, or in her summ'd up, in her contain'd.
+
+      _Paradise Lost, Book 8._
+
+
+    All things from her air inspired
+    The spirit of love and amorous delight.
+
+      _Paradise Lost, Book 8._
+
+
+    It is for homely features to keep home--
+    They had their name thence: coarse complexions
+    And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply
+    The sampler and to tease the housewife's wool.
+
+      _Comus._
+
+
+    With dispatchful looks in haste
+    She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent.
+    What choice to choose for delicacy best,
+    What order, so contrived, as not to mix
+    Tastes, not well join'd, inelegant, but bring
+    Taste after taste upheld with kindliest change.
+
+      _Paradise Lost, Book 5._
+
+
+          I do not think my sister ...
+    ... So unprincipled in Virtue's book
+    And the sweet peace that goodness bosoms ever,
+    As that single want of light and noise
+    Could stir the constant mood of her calm thoughts,
+    And put them into misbecoming plight.
+    Virtue could see to do what Virtue would
+    By her own radiant light, though sun and moon
+    Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self
+    Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude:
+    Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation,
+    She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings.
+    That in the various bustle of resort
+    Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd.
+
+      _Comus._
+
+
+
+
+                    LORD BYRON.
+
+
+          Around her shone
+    The nameless charms unmark'd by her alone:
+    The light of love, the purity of grace,
+    The mind, the music breathing from her face,
+    The heart whose softness harmonized the whole--
+    And, oh! that eye was in itself a soul!
+
+      _The Bride of Abydos, Canto 1._
+
+
+    Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare,
+    And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.
+
+      _Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto 1._
+
+
+          She was a form of life and light,
+    That, seen, became a part of sight;
+    And rose wher'er I turned mine eye,
+    The morning-star of memory!
+
+      _The Giaour._
+
+
+        You know, or ought to know, enough of women,
+    Since you have studied, them so steadily,
+    That what they ask in aught that touches on
+    The heart, is dearer to their feelings or
+    Their fancy than the whole external world.
+
+      _Sardanapalus, A. 4._
+
+
+          Oh! too convincing--dangerously dear--
+    In woman's eye the unanswerable tear!
+    That weapon of her weakness she can wield
+    To save, subdue--at once her spear and shield.
+
+      _Corsair, Canto 2._
+
+
+    Who hath not proved how feebly words essay
+    To fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray?
+    Who doth not feel, until his failing sight
+    Faints into dimness with its own delight,
+    His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess
+    The might--the majesty of loveliness?
+
+      _Bride of Abydos, Canto 1._
+
+
+    So bright the tear in beauty's eye,
+    Love half regrets to kiss it dry;
+    So sweet the blush of bashfulness,
+    Even pity scarce can wish it less!
+
+      _The Bride of Abydos, Canto 1._
+
+
+    Her glossy hair was cluster'd o'er a brow
+    Bright with intelligence, and fair and smooth;
+    Her eyebrow's shape was like the aerial bow
+    Her cheek all purple with the beam of youth
+    Mounting, at times to a transparent glow,
+    As if her veins ran lightning.
+
+      _Don Juan, Canto 1._
+
+
+    Man's love is of man's life a thing apart,
+      Is woman's whole existence.
+
+      _Don Juan, Canto 1._
+
+
+    Her very smile was haughty, though so sweet;
+      Her very nod was not an inclination;
+    There was a self-will even in her small feet,
+      As though they were quite conscious of her station;--
+           *       *       *       *       *
+    But nature teaches more than power can spoil,
+      And when a strong although a strange sensation
+    Moves--female hearts are such a genial soil
+      For kinder feelings, whatsoe'er their nation.
+    They naturally pour the "wine and oil,"
+      Samaritans in every situation.
+
+      _Don Juan, Canto 5._
+
+
+    The earth has nothing like a she epistle,
+      And hardly heaven--because it never ends.
+    I love the mystery of a female missal,
+      Which like a creed ne'er says all it intends.
+
+      _Don Juan, Canto 13._
+
+
+    Her chief resource was in her own high spirit,
+      Which judged mankind at their due estimation;
+    And for coquetry, she disdain'd to wear it:
+      Secure of admiration, its impression
+      Was faint, as of an every-day possession.
+
+      _Don Juan, Canto 13._
+
+
+    An eye's an eye, and whether black or blue,
+      Is no great matter, so 'tis in request.
+    'Tis nonsense to dispute about a hue,
+      The kindest may be taken as a test.
+    The fair sex should be always fair; and no man
+    Till thirty, should perceive there's a plain woman.
+
+      _Beppo._
+
+
+
+    She was not violently lively, but
+      Stole on your spirit like a May-day breaking;
+    Her eyes were not too sparkling, yet, half shut,
+      They put beholders in a tender taking.
+
+      _Don Juan, Canto 6._
+
+
+            The very first
+    Of human life must spring from woman's breast,
+    Your first small words are taught you from her lips,
+    Your first tears quench'd by her, and your last sighs
+    Too often breathed out in a woman's hearing,
+    When men have shrunk from the ignoble care
+    Of watching the last hour of him who led them.
+
+      _Sardanapalus, A. 1._
+
+
+    Soft, as the memory of buried love;
+    Pure, as the prayer which childhood wafts above
+    Was she.
+
+      _Bride of Abydos; Canto 1._
+
+
+    She was a soft landscape of mild earth,
+      Where all was harmony, and calm and quiet,
+    Luxuriant, budding; cheerful without mirth,
+      Which, if not happiness, is more nigh it
+    Than are your mighty passions and so forth,
+      Which some call "the sublime": I wish they'd try it;
+    I've seen your stormy seas and stormy women,
+    And pity lovers rather more than seamen.
+
+      _Don Juan, Canto 6._
+
+
+      The tender blue of that large loving eye.
+
+      _The Corsair, Canto 1._
+
+
+    Now Laura moves along the joyous crowd,
+      Smiles in her eyes, and simpers on her lips;
+    To some she whispers, others speaks aloud;
+      To some she curtsies, and to some she dips;
+    Complains of warmth, and this complaint avow'd,
+      Her lover brings the lemonade,--she sips:
+    She then surveys, condemns, but pities still
+    Her dearest friends for being drest so ill.
+    One had false curls, another too much paint,
+      A third--where did she buy that frightful turban?
+    A fourth's so pale she fears she's going to faint,
+      A fifth's look's vulgar, dowdyish, and suburban,
+    A sixth's white silk has got a yellow tint,
+      A seventh's thin muslin surely will be her bane,
+    And lo! an eighth appears,--I'll see no more!
+    For fear, like Banquo's kings, they reach a score.
+
+      _Beppo._
+
+
+    She was blooming still, had made the best
+      Of time, and time return'd the compliment,
+    And treated her genteely, so that, drest,
+      She look'd extremely well where'er she went;
+    A pretty woman is a welcome guest,
+      And her brow a frown had rarely bent;
+    Indeed she shone all smiles, and seem'd to flatter
+    Mankind with her black eyes for looking at her.
+
+      _Beppo._
+
+
+    I think, with all due deference
+      To the fair _single_ part of the creation,
+    That married ladies should preserve the preference
+      In tete-a-tete or general conversation--
+    Because they know the world, and are at ease,
+    And being natural, naturally please.
+
+      _Beppo._
+
+
+    She walks in beauty, like the night
+      Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
+    And all that's best of dark and bright
+      Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
+    Thus mellow'd to that tender light
+      Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
+
+    One shade the more, one ray the less,
+      Had half impair'd the nameless grace
+    Which waves in every raven tress,
+      Or softly lightens o'er her face;
+    Where thoughts serenely sweet express
+      How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
+
+    And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
+      So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
+    The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
+      But tell of days in goodness spent,
+    A mind at peace with all below,
+      A heart whose love is innocent!
+
+      _Hebrew Melodies._
+
+
+    I saw thee weep--the big bright tear
+      Came o'er that eye of blue:
+    And then methought it did appear
+      A violet dropping dew;
+    I saw thee smile--the sapphire's blaze
+      Beside thee ceased to shine,
+    It could not match the living rays
+      That fill'd that glance of thine.
+
+    As clouds from yonder sun receive
+      A deep and mellow die,
+    Which scarce the shade of coming eve
+      Can banish from the sky,
+    Those smiles unto the moodiest mind
+      Their own pure joy impart;
+    Their sunshine leaves a glow behind
+      That lightens o'er the heart.
+
+      _Hebrew Melodies._
+
+
+    I have observed your sex, once roused to wrath,
+    Are timidly vindictive to a pitch
+    Of perseverance, which I would not copy.
+
+      _Sardanapalus, A. 2._
+
+
+    She was pensive more than melancholy,
+    And serious more than pensive, and serene,
+    It may be, more than either ...
+    The strangest thing was, beauteous, she was wholly
+    Unconscious, albeit turn'd of quick seventeen,
+    That she was fair, or dark, or short, or tall;
+    She never thought about herself at all.
+
+      _Don Juan, Canto 6.
+      _
+
+    A learned lady, famed
+      For every branch of every science known--
+    In every Christian language ever named,
+      With virtues equall'd by her wit alone.
+    She made the cleverest people quite ashamed,
+      And even the good with inward envy groan,
+    Finding themselves so very much exceeded
+    In their own way by all the things that she did.
+
+      _Don Juan, Canto 1._
+
+
+    'Tis pity learned virgins ever wed
+      With persons of no sort of education,
+    Or gentlemen who, though well-born and bred,
+      Grow tired of scientific conversation:
+           *       *       *       *       *
+    Oh! ye lords of ladies intellectual,
+    Inform us truly, have they not hen-peck'd you all?
+
+      _Don Juan, Canto 1._
+
+
+    What a strange thing is man! and what a stranger
+    Is woman? what a whirlwind is her head,
+    And what a whirlpool full of depth and danger
+    Is all the rest about her! whether wed,
+    Or widow, maid, or mother, she can change her
+    Mind like the wind; whatever she has said
+    Or done, is light to what she'll say or do;--
+    The oldest thing on record, and yet new!
+
+      _Don Juan, Canto 9._
+
+
+    Round her she made an atmosphere of life,
+      The very air seem'd lighter from her eyes,
+    They were so soft and beautiful, and rife
+      With all we can imagine of the skies;--
+           *       *       *       *       *
+    Her overpowering presence made you feel,
+    It would not be idolatry to kneel.
+
+      _Don Juan, Canto 3._
+
+
+    Through her eye the Immortal shone;
+           *       *       *       *       *
+    Her eyes' dark charm 'twere vain to tell,
+    But gaze on that of the gazelle,
+    It will assist thy fancy well;
+    As large, as languishingly dark,
+    But soul beamed forth in every spark
+    That darted from beneath the lid,
+    Bright as the jewel of Giamschid,
+    Yea, soul!
+
+      _The Giaour._
+
+
+          So--this feminine farewell
+    Ends as such partings end, in _no_ departure.
+
+      _Sardanapalus, A. 4._
+
+
+
+
+                    SIR WALTER SCOTT.
+
+
+     Even the most simple and unsuspicious of the female sex have (God
+     bless them!) an instinctive sharpness of perception in love
+     matters, which sometimes goes the length of observing partialities
+     that never existed, but rarely misses to detect such as pass
+     actually under their observation.--_Waverley._
+
+
+          Her accents stole
+    On the dark visions of their soul,
+    And bade their mournful musings fly,
+    Like mist before the zephyr's sigh.
+
+      _Rokeby, Canto 4._
+
+
+     She sung with great taste and feeling, and with a respect to the
+     sense of what she uttered, that might be proposed in example to
+     ladies of much superior musical talent. Her natural good sense
+     taught her, that if, as we are assured, "music must be married to
+     immortal verse," they are very often divorced by the performer in a
+     most shameful manner. It was perhaps owing to this sensibility to
+     poetry, and combining its expression with those of the musical
+     notes, that her singing gave more pleasure to all the unlearned in
+     music, and even to many of the learned, than could have been
+     communicated by a much finer voice and more brilliant execution,
+     unguided by the same delicacy of feeling.--_Waverley._
+
+
+     Like every beautiful woman, she was conscious of her own power, and
+     pleased with its effects.... But as she possessed excellent sense,
+     she gave accidental circumstances, full weight in appreciating the
+     feeling she aroused.--_Waverley._
+
+
+    There was a soft and pensive grace,
+    A cast of thought upon her face,
+    That suited well the forehead high,
+    The eye-lash dark, and downcast eye;
+    The mild expression spoke a mind
+    In duty firm, composed, resign'd.
+
+      _Rokeby, Canto 4._
+
+
+    The rose, with faint and feeble streak
+    So slightly tinged the maiden's cheek,
+    That you had said her hue was pale;
+    But if she faced the summer-gale,
+    Or spoke, or sung, or quicker moved,
+    Or heard the praise of those she loved,
+    Or when of interest was express'd
+    Aught that waked feeling in her breast,
+    That mantling blood in ready play
+    Rivall'd the blush of rising day.
+
+      _Rokeby, Canto 4._
+
+
+     What woman knows not her own road to victory?--_The Talisman._
+
+
+     She had been beautiful, and was stately and majestic in her
+     appearance. Endowed by nature with strong powers and violent
+     passions, experience had taught her to employ the one, and to
+     conceal, if not to moderate, the other. She was a severe and strict
+     observer of the external forms, at least, of devotion; her
+     hospitality was splendid, even to ostentation; her address and
+     manners were grave, dignified, and severely regulated by the rules
+     of etiquette.... And yet, with all these qualities to excite
+     respect, she was seldom mentioned in the terms of love or
+     affection. Interest,--the interest of her family, if not her
+     own--seemed too obviously the motive of her actions: and when this
+     is the case, the sharp-judging and malignant public are not easily
+     imposed upon by outward show.--_The Bride of Lammermoor._
+
+
+     Reasoning--like a woman, to whom external appearance is scarcely in
+     any circumstance a matter of unimportance, and like a beauty who
+     has confidence in her own charms.--_Kenilworth._
+
+
+     Her affection and sympathy dictated at once the kindest course.
+     Without attempting to control the torrent of grief in its full
+     current, she gently sat her down beside the mourner.... She waited
+     a more composed moment to offer her little stock of consolation in
+     deep silence and stillness.--_The Betrothed._
+
+
+    Her kindness and her worth to spy
+    You need but gaze on Ellen's eye;
+    Not Katrine in her mirror blue,
+    Gives back the shaggy banks more true,
+    Than every free-born glance confess'd
+    The guileless movements of her breast;
+    Whether joy danced in her dark eye,
+    Or woe or pity claim'd a sigh,
+    Or filial love was glowing there,
+    Or meek devotion pour'd a prayer.
+    Or hate of injury call'd forth
+    The indignant spirit of the North.
+    One only passion unreveal'd,
+    With maiden pride, the maid conceal'd,
+    Yet no less purely felt the flame--
+    O need I tell that passion's name?
+
+      _The Lady of the Lake, Canto 1._
+
+
+     She is fairer in feature than becometh a man of my order to speak
+     of; and she has withal a breathing of her father's lofty spirit.
+     The look and the word of such a lady will give a man double
+     strength in the hour of need.--_The Betrothed._
+
+
+    Her smile, her speech, with winning sway,
+    Wiled the old harper's mood away.
+    With such a look as hermits throw
+    When angels stoop to soothe their woe,
+    He gazed, till fond regret and pride
+    Thrill'd to a tear.
+
+      _The Lady of the Lake, Canto 2._
+
+
+    All her soul is in her eye,
+    Yet doubts she still to tender free
+    The wonted words of courtesy.
+           *       *       *       *       *
+    Go to her now--be bold of cheer,
+    While her soul floats 'twixt hope and fear:
+    It is the very change of tide,
+    When best the female heart is tried--
+    Pride, prejudice ...
+    Are in the current swept to sea.
+
+      _Rokeby, Canto 2._
+
+
+     She was highly accomplished; yet she had not learned to substitute
+     the gloss of politeness for the reality of feeling.--_Waverley._
+
+
+     A deep-thinking and impassioned woman, ready to make exertions
+     alike, and sacrifices, with all that vain devotion to a favorite
+     object of affection, which is often so basely rewarded.--_The
+     Fortunes of Nigel._
+
+
+       The spotless virgin fears not the raging lion.--_The Talisman._
+
+
+    Sweet was her blue eye's modest smile ...
+    And down her shoulders graceful roll'd
+    Her locks profuse of paly gold ...
+    She charm'd at once, and tamed the heart.
+
+     _Marmion, Canto 5._
+
+
+    At length, an effort sent apart
+    The blood that curdled to her heart,
+    And light came to her eye,
+    And color dawn'd upon her cheek,
+    A hectic and a flutter'd streak.
+           *       *       *       *       *
+    And when her silence broke at length,
+    Still as she spoke she gather'd strength,
+    And arm'd herself to bear;--
+    It was a fearful sight to see
+    Such high resolve and constancy,
+    In form so soft and fair.
+
+     _Marmion, Canto 2._
+
+
+    She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh,
+    With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
+
+     _Marmion, Canto 5._
+
+
+     Her very soul is in home, and in the discharge of all those quiet
+     virtues of which home is the centre. Her husband will be to her the
+     object of all her care, solicitude, and affection. She will see
+     nothing, but by him, and through him. If he is a man of sense and
+     virtue, she will sympathize in his sorrows, divert his fatigue, and
+     share his pleasures. If she becomes the property of a churlish or
+     negligent husband, she will suit his taste also, for she will not
+     long survive his unkindness.--_Waverley._
+
+
+     When there can be no confidence betwixt a man and his plighted
+     wife, it is a sign she has no longer the regard for him that made
+     their engagement safe and suitable.--_The Heart of Mid-Lothian._
+
+
+     She was by nature perfectly good-humoured, and if her due share of
+     admiration and homage was duly resigned to her, no one could
+     possess better temper, or a more friendly disposition; but then,
+     like all despots, the more power that was voluntarily yielded to
+     her, the more she desired to extend her sway. Sometimes, even when
+     all her ambition was gratified, she chose to be a little out of
+     health, and a little out of spirits.--- _The Talisman._
+
+
+    Her look composed, and steady eye,
+    Bespoke a matchless constancy.
+
+      _Marmion, Canto 2._
+
+
+    The noble dame, amid the broil,
+    Shared the gray seneschal's high toil,
+    And spoke of danger with a smile;
+    Cheer'd the young knights, and council sage
+    Held with the chiefs of riper age.
+
+      _The Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto 3._
+
+
+    Woman's faith and woman's trust,
+    Write the characters in dust.
+
+      _The Betrothed._
+
+
+    Ne'er did Grecian chisel trace
+    A Nymph, or Naiad, or a Grace,
+    Of finer form, or lovelier face!
+    What though the sun, with ardent frown,
+    Had slightly tinged her cheek with brown,
+    The sportive toil, which, short and light
+    Had dyed her glowing hue so bright,
+    Served too in hastier swell to show
+    Short glimpses of a breast of snow;
+    What though no rule of courtly grace
+    To measured mood had train'd her pace,--
+    A foot more light, a step more true,
+    Ne'er from the heath-flower dash'd the dew;
+    E'en the slight hare-bell raised its head,
+    Elastic from her airy tread;
+    What though upon her speech there hung
+    The accent of the mountain tongue,
+    Those silver sounds, so soft, so clear,
+    The list'ner held his breath to hear.
+
+      _Lady of the Lake, Canto 1._
+
+
+     Spoilt she was on all hands.... But though, from these
+     circumstances, the city-beauty had become as wilful, as capricious,
+     and as affected, as unlimited indulgence seldom fails to render
+     those to whom it is extended; and although she exhibited upon many
+     occasions that affectation of extreme shyness, silence, and
+     reserve, which misses are apt to take for an amiable modesty; and
+     upon others, a considerable portion of that flippancy which youth
+     sometimes confounds with wit, she had much real shrewdness and
+     judgment, which wanted only opportunities of observation to refine
+     it--a lively, good-humoured, playful disposition, and an excellent
+     heart.--_The Fortunes of Nigel._
+
+
+     The buoyant vivacity with which she had resisted every touch of
+     adversity, had now assumed the air of composed and submissive, but
+     dauntless, resolution and constancy.--_Rob Roy._
+
+
+     Her complexion was exquisitely fair, but the noble cast of her head
+     and features prevented the insipidity which sometimes attaches to
+     fair beauties. Her clear blue eye, which sat enshrined beneath a
+     graceful eyebrow of brown, sufficiently marked to give expression
+     to the forehead, seemed capable to kindle as well as to melt, to
+     command as well as to beseech.--_Ivanhoe._
+
+
+
+
+                    WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.
+
+
+    She was a Phantom of delight
+    When first she gleamed upon my sight;
+    A lovely Apparition, sent
+    To be a moment's ornament;
+    Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;
+    Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair;
+    But all things else about her drawn
+    From May-time and the cheerful Dawn;
+    A dancing Shape, and Image gay,
+    To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
+
+      _A Phantom of Delight._
+
+
+    A gentle maid, whose heart is lowly bred,
+    With joyousness, and with a thoughtful cheer.
+
+      _A Farewell._
+
+
+    A Spirit, yet a Woman too!
+    Her household motions light and free,
+    And steps of virgin liberty;
+    A countenance in which did meet
+    Sweet records, promises as sweet;
+    A Creature not too bright or good
+    For human nature's daily food;
+    For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
+    Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
+
+      _A Phantom of Delight._
+
+
+        Sister ... Thy mind
+    Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms,
+    Thy memory be as a dwelling-place
+    For all sweet sounds and harmonies.
+
+      _Tintern Abbey._
+
+
+    She gave me eyes, she gave me ears;
+    And humble cares, and delicate fears;
+    A heart, the fountain of sweet tears;
+    And love and thought and joy.
+
+      _The Sparrow's Nest._
+
+
+    'Tis her's to pluck the amaranthine flower
+      Of faith, and 'round the sufferer's temples bind
+    Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,
+      And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.
+
+      _Weak is the Will of Man._
+
+
+    I praise thee, Matron! and thy due
+    Is praise....
+    With admiration I behold
+    Thy gladness unsubdued and bold;
+    Thy looks, thy gestures, all present
+    The picture of a life well spent.
+
+      _The Matron of Jedborough._
+
+
+    A blooming girl, whose hair was wet
+    With points of morning due....
+    Her brow was smooth and white....
+           *       *       *       *       *
+    No fountain from its rocky cave
+      E'er tripped with foot so free,
+    She seemed as happy as a wave,
+      That dances on the sea.
+
+      _The Two April Mornings._
+
+
+    The floating clouds their state shall lend
+    To her; for her the willow bend;
+    Nor shall she fail to see,
+    Even in the motions of the storm,
+    Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form
+    By silent sympathy.
+    The stars of midnight shall be dear
+    To her; and she shall lean her ear
+    In many a secret place,
+    Where rivulets dance their wayward round,
+    And beauty born of murmuring sound
+    Shall pass into her face.
+    And vital feelings of delight
+    Shall rear her form to stately height,
+    Her virgin bosom swell.
+
+      _Three Years She Grew in Sun and Shower._
+
+
+    How blest the Maid whose heart--yet free
+    From Love's uneasy sovereignty--
+    Beats with a fancy running high,
+    Her simple cares to magnify;
+    Whom Labour, never urged to toil,
+    Hath cherished on a healthful soil;
+    Who knows not pomp, who heeds not pelf;
+    Whose heaviest sin it is to look
+    Askance upon her pretty self
+    Reflected in some crystal brook;
+    Whom grief hath spared,--who sheds no tear
+    But in sweet pity; and can hear
+    Another's praise from envy clear.
+
+      _The Three Cottage Girls._
+
+
+    A Being breathing thoughtful breath,
+    A Traveller between life and death;
+    The reason firm, the temperate will,
+    Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
+    A perfect Woman, nobly planned,
+    To warn, to comfort, and command;
+    And yet a Spirit still, and bright
+    With something of angelic light.
+
+      _A Phantom of Delight._
+
+
+          She was happy,
+    Like a spirit of air she moved,
+    Wayward, yet by all who knew her
+    For her tender heart beloved.
+
+      _The Westmoreland Girl._
+
+
+          This light-hearted Maiden....
+    High is her aim as Heaven above,
+    And wide as either her good-will;
+    And, like the lowly reed, her love
+    Can drink its nurture from the scantiest rill;
+    Insight as keen as frosty star
+    Is to her charity no bar,
+    Nor interrupts her frolic graces.
+
+
+      _The Triad._
+
+
+        O Lady bright,
+    Whose mortal lineaments seem all refined
+    By favouring Nature, and a saintly mind,
+    To something purer and more exquisite
+    Than flesh and blood!
+
+      _Sonnet._
+
+
+    A maid whom there wore none to praise
+    And very few to love;
+    A violet by a mossy stone
+    Half hidden from the eye!
+    Fair as a star when only one
+    Is shining in the sky.
+
+      _Poems of the Affections, 8._
+
+
+    Whether in the semblance drest
+    Of Dawn, or Eve, fair vision of the west,
+    Come with each anxious hope subdued,
+    By woman's gentle fortitude,
+    Each grief, through weakness, settling into rest.
+
+      _The Triad._
+
+
+    How rich that forehead's calm expanse!
+    How bright that heaven-directed glance!
+
+      _Poems of the Affections, 17._
+
+
+    Softly she treads, as if her foot were loth
+    To crush the mountain dew-drops,--soon to melt
+    On the flower's breast; as if she felt
+    That flowers themselves, whate'er their hue,
+    With all their fragrance, all their glistening,
+    Call to the heart for inward listening.
+
+      _The Triad._
+
+
+    Let other bards of angels sing,
+      Bright suns without a spot;
+    But thou art no such perfect thing;
+      Rejoice that thou art not!
+
+    Heed not though none should call thee fair;
+      So, Mary, let it be
+    If naught in loveliness compare
+      With what thou art to me.
+
+    True beauty dwells in deep retreats,
+      Whose veil is unremoved
+    Till heart to heart in concord beats,
+      And the lover is beloved.
+
+      _Poems of the Affections, 15._
+
+
+    What heavenly smiles! O Lady mine,
+    Through my very heart they shine;
+    And, if my brow gives back their light,
+    Do thou look gladly on the sight;
+    As the clear moon with modest pride
+      Beholds her own bright beams
+    Reflected from the mountain's side
+      And from the headlong streams.
+
+      _Poems of the Affections, 18._
+
+
+    How beautiful when up a lofty height
+    Honour ascends.
+           *       *       *       *       *
+         A Widow ...
+    She wasted no complaint, but strove to make
+    A just repayment, both for conscience's sake
+    And that herself and hers should stand upright
+    In the world's eye.
+
+      _The Widow._
+
+
+          The Maiden grew
+    Pious and pure, modest and yet so brave,
+    Though young, so wise, though meek, so resolute.
+
+      _Grace Darling._
+
+
+          In her face and mien
+    The soul's pure brightness he beheld,
+    Without a veil between.
+
+      _The Russian Fugitive._
+
+
+    We her discretion have observed,
+    Her just opinions, delicate reserve,
+    Her patience, and humility of mind.
+    Unspoiled by commendation....
+
+      _The Borderers._
+
+
+    O Lady, worthy of earth's proudest throne!
+    Nor less, by excellence of nature, fit
+    Beside an unambitious hearth to sit
+    Domestic queen, where grandeur is unknown;
+    What living man could fear
+    The worst of Fortune's malice, wert thou near,
+    Humbling that lily-stem, thy sceptre meek,
+    That its fair flowers may from his cheek
+    Brush the too happy tear!
+
+      _The Triad._
+
+
+          Queen, and handmaid lowly!
+    Whose skill can speed the day with lively cares,
+          And banish melancholy
+    By all that mind invents or hand prepares;
+           *       *       *       *       *
+    Who that hath seen thy beauty could content
+    His soul with but a glimpse!
+
+      _The Triad._
+
+
+          Dear girl ...
+    If thou appear untouched by solemn thought,
+    Thy nature is not therefore less divine;
+    Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year;
+    And worshipp'st at the Temple's inner shrine,
+    God being with thee when we know it not.
+
+      _Sonnet._
+
+
+         I knew a maid,
+    A young enthusiast ...
+    Her eye was not the mistress of her heart;
+    Far less did rules prescribed by passive taste
+    Or barren, intermeddling subtleties,
+    Perplex her mind; but wise as women are
+    When genial circumstance hath favoured them,
+    She welcomed what was given, and craved no more,
+    Whate'er the scene presented to her view.
+    That was the best, to that she was attuned
+    By her benign simplicity of life,
+    ... God delights
+    In such a being; for her common thoughts
+    Are piety, her life is gratitude.
+
+      _The Prelude._
+
+
+    Sweet girl, a very shower
+    Of beauty is thy earthly dower!...
+    Never saw I mien, or face,
+    In which more plainly I could trace
+    Benignity and homebred sense
+    Ripening in perfect innocence.
+           *       *       *       *       *
+    A face with gladness overspread!
+    Soft smiles, by human kindness bred!
+    And seemliness complete, that sways
+    Thy courtesies, about three plays.
+
+      _To A Highland Girl._
+
+
+          A maiden ...
+    Lovely as spring's first note ... Pure
+      As beautiful, and gentle and benign.
+           *       *       *       *       *
+          A Flower....
+    Fairest of all flowers was she....
+      She hath an eye that smiles into all hearts,
+           *       *       *       *       *
+    Soon would her gentle words make peace.
+
+      _The Borderers._
+
+
+    Yes! thou art fair, yet be not moved
+      To scorn the declaration,
+    That sometimes I in thee have loved
+      My fancy's own creation.
+
+    Imagination needs must stir;
+      Dear Maid, this truth believe,
+    Minds that have nothing to confer,
+      Find little to perceive.
+
+    Be pleased that Nature made thee fit
+      To feed my heart's devotion,
+    By laws to which all forms submit
+      In sky, air, earth, and ocean.
+
+      _Poems of the Affections, 16._
+
+
+
+
+                    THOMAS CARLYLE.
+
+
+     Clearly a superior woman.--That is the way with female intellects
+     when they are good; nothing equals their acuteness, and their
+     rapidity is almost excessive.--_Frederick the Great._
+
+
+     Perfection of housekeeping was her clear and speedy attainment in
+     that new scene. Strange how she made the desert blossom for herself
+     and me there; what a fairy palace she had made of that wild
+     moorland home of the poor man! From the baking of a loaf, or the
+     darning of a stocking, up to comporting herself in the highest
+     scenes or most intricate emergencies, all was insight, veracity,
+     graceful success (if you could judge it), fidelity to insight of
+     the fact given.--_Reminiscences._
+
+
+     Meek and retiring by the softness of her nature, yet glowing with
+     an ethereal ardour for all that is illustrious and lovely.--_Life
+     of Schiller._
+
+     She was of a compassionate nature, and had a loving, patient, and
+     noble heart; prudent she was; the skilfulest and thriftiest of
+     financiers; could well keep silence, too, and with a gentle
+     stoicism endure much small unreason.--_Life of Schiller._
+
+
+     Her life was busy and earnest; she was help-mate, not in name only,
+     to an ever-busy man.--_Frederick the Great._
+
+     Peculiar among all dames and damosels, glanced Blumine, there in
+     her modesty, like a star among earthly lights. Noblest maiden! whom
+     he bent to, in body and in soul; yet scarcely dared look at, for
+     the presence filled him with painful yet sweetest embarrassment.
+     --_Sartor Resartus._
+
+
+     A bright airy lady; very graceful, very witty and ingenious;
+     skilled to speak, skilled to hold her tongue.--_Frederick the
+     Great._
+
+
+     Far and wide was the fair one heard of, for her gifts, her graces,
+     her caprices; from all which vague colourings of Rumour, from the
+     censures no less than from the praises, had our friend painted for
+     himself a certain imperious Queen of Hearts, and blooming warm
+     Earth-angel, much more enchanting than your mere white
+     Heaven-angels of women, in whose placid veins circulates too little
+     naphtha-fire.--_Sartor Resartus._
+
+
+     A tall, rather thin figure; a face pale, intelligent, and
+     penetrating; nose fine, rather large, and decisively Roman; pair of
+     bright, not soft, but sharp and small black eyes, with a cold smile
+     as of enquiry in them; fine brow; fine chin; thin lips--lips always
+     gently shut, as if till the enquiry were completed, and the time
+     came for something of royal speech upon it. She had a slight
+     accent, but spoke--Dr. Hugh Blair could not have picked a hole in
+     it--and you might have printed every word, so queen-like, gentle,
+     soothing, measured, prettily royal toward subjects whom she wished
+     to love her. The voice was modulated, low, not inharmonious; yet
+     there was something of metallic in it, akin to that smile in the
+     eyes. One durst not quite love this high personage as she wished to
+     be loved! Her very dress was notable; always the same, and in a
+     fashion of its own;--and must have required daily the fastening of
+     sixty or eighty pins.--_Reminiscences._
+
+
+     She had a pleasant, attractive physiognomy; which may be considered
+     better than strict beauty.--_Frederick the Great._
+
+
+     That light, yet so stately form; those dark tresses, shading a face
+     where smiles and sun-light played over earnest deeps.... He
+     ventured to address her, she answered with attention: nay, what if
+     there were a slight tremour in that silver voice; what if the red
+     glow of evening were hiding a transient blush!--_Sartor Resartus._
+
+
+     The whims of women must be humoured.--_French Revolution._
+
+
+     A woman of many household virtues; to a warm affection for her
+     children and husband she joined a degree of taste and intelligence
+     which is of much rarer occurrence.--_Life of Schiller._
+
+
+    She is meek and soft and maiden-like....
+    A young woman fair to look upon.
+
+      _Life of Schiller._
+
+
+     My dear mother, with the trustfulness of a mother's heart,
+     ministered to all my woes, outward and inward, and even against
+     hope kept prophesying good.--_Reminiscences._
+
+
+     Women are born worshippers; in their good little hearts lies the
+     most craving relish for greatness; it is even said, each chooses
+     her husband on the hypothesis of his being a great man--in his way.
+     The good creatures, yet the foolish!--_Essay on Goethe's Works._
+
+
+     She is of that light unreflecting class, of that light unreflecting
+     sex: _varium semper et mutabile_. And then her Fine-ladyism, though
+     a purseless one: capricious, coquettish, and with all the finer
+     sensibilities of the heart; now in the rackets, now in the sullens;
+     vivid in contradictory resolves; laughing, weeping, without
+     reason,--though these acts are said to be signs of season.
+     Consider, too, how she has had to work her way, all along, by
+     flattery and cajolery; wheedling, eaves-dropping, namby-pambying;
+     how she needs wages, and knows no other productive trades.--_The
+     Diamond Necklace._
+
+
+     Thought can hardly be said to exist in her; only Perception and
+     Device. With an understanding lynx-eyed for the surface of things,
+     but which pierces beyond the surface of nothing, every individual
+     thing (for she has never seized the heart of it) turns up a new
+     face to her every new day, and seems a thing changed, a different
+     thing.--_The Diamond Necklace._
+
+
+     Reader! thou for thy sins must have met with such fair Irrationals;
+     fascinating, with their lively eyes, with their quick snappish
+     fancies; distinguished in the higher circles, in Fashion, even in
+     Literature; they hum and buzz there, on graceful
+     film-wings:--searching, nevertheless, with the wonderfullest skill
+     for honey; _un_tamable as flies!--_The Diamond Necklace._
+
+
+     Nature is very kind to all children, and to all mothers that are
+     true to her.--_Frederick the Great._
+
+
+     She is of stately figure;--of beautiful still countenance.--A
+     completeness, a decision is in this fair female figure; by energy
+     she means the spirit that will prompt one to sacrifice himself for
+     his country.--_French Revolution._
+
+
+     A clever, high-mannered, massive-minded old lady; admirable as a
+     finished piece of social art, but hardly otherwise
+     much.--_Reminiscences._
+
+
+     Who can account for the taste of females?--_The Diamond Necklace._
+
+
+     A Beauty, but over light-headed: a Booby who had fine legs. How
+     these first courted, billed, and cooed, according to nature; then
+     pouted, fretted, grew utterly enraged and blew one another
+     up.--_Boswell's Life of Johnson._
+
+
+     With delicate female tact, with fine female stoicism too, keeping
+     all things within limits.--_Frederick the Great._
+
+
+     A true-hearted, sharp-witted sister.--_Essay of Diderot._
+
+
+     A graceful, brave, and amiable woman;--her choicest gift an open
+     eye and heart.--_Oliver Cromwell._
+
+
+     Every graceful and generous quality of womanhood harmoniously
+     blended in her nature.--_Life of Schiller._
+
+
+     She is a fair vision, the _beau ideal_ of a poet's first
+     mistress.--_Life of Schiller._
+
+
+     Heaven, though severe, is _not_ unkind; Heaven is kind, as a noble
+     mother; as that Spartan mother, saying while she gave her son his
+     shield, "With it, my son, or upon it!"--Complain not; the very
+     Spartans did not complain.--_Past and Present_.
+
+
+
+
+                    VICTOR HUGO.
+
+
+     All her face, all her person, breathed an ineffable love and
+     kindness. She had always been predestined to gentleness, but Faith,
+     Hope, and Charity, those three virtues that softly warm the soul,
+     had gradually elevated that gentleness to sanctity. Nature had only
+     made her a lamb, and religion had made her an angel.--_Les
+     Miserables._
+
+
+     She was the very embodiment of joy as she went to and fro in the
+     house; she brought with her a perpetual spring.--_Toilers of the
+     Sea_.
+
+
+     Her entire person was simplicity, ingenuousness, whiteness, candor,
+     and radiance, and it might have been said of her that she was
+     transparent. She produced a sensation of April and daybreak, and
+     she had dew in her eyes. She was the condensation of the light of
+     dawn in a woman's form.--_Les Miserables._
+
+
+     The woman was weak, but the mother found strength.--_Ninety-Three._
+
+
+     Woman feels and speaks with the infallibility which is the tender
+     instinct of the heart.--_Les Miserables._
+
+
+     What is a husband but the pilot in the voyage of matrimony? Wife,
+     let your fine weather be your husband's smiles.--_Toilers of the
+     Sea._
+
+
+     No one knows like a woman how to say things which are at once
+     gentle and deep. Gentleness and depth,--in these things the whole
+     of woman is contained, and it is heaven.--_Les Miserables._
+
+
+     Beauty heightened by simplicity is ineffable, and nothing is so
+     adorable as a beauteous, innocent maiden, who walks along
+     unconsciously, holding in her hand the key of Paradise.--_Les
+     Miserables._
+
+
+     She had the prettiest little hands in the world, and little feet
+     to match them. Sweetness and goodness reigned throughout her
+     person; ... her occupation was only to live her daily life; her
+     accomplishments were the knowledge of a few songs; her intellectual
+     gifts were summed up in her simple innocence.--_Toilers of the
+     Sea._
+
+
+     The coquette is blind: she does not see her wrinkles.--_By Order of
+     the King._
+
+
+     A mother's arms are made of tenderness, and children sleep soundly
+     in them.--_Les Miserables._
+
+
+     There are moments when a woman accepts, like a sombre and resigned
+     duty, the worship of love.--_Les Miserables._
+
+
+     She was pale with that paleness which is like the transparency of a
+     divine life in an earthly face.... A soul standing in the
+     dawn.--_By Order of the King._
+
+     He looked at her, and saw nothing but her. This is love; one may be
+     carried away for a moment by the importunity of some other idea,
+     but the beloved one enters, and all that does not appertain to her
+     presence immediately fades away, without her dreaming that perhaps
+     she is effacing in us a world.--_By Order of the King._
+
+     She walked on with a light and free step, so little suggestive of
+     the burden of life that it might easily be seen that she was young.
+     Her movements possessed that subtle grace which indicates the most
+     delicate of all transitions--the soft intermingling, as it-were,
+     of two twilights,--the passage from the condition of a child to
+     that of womanhood.--_Toilers of the Sea._
+
+     She had never been pretty, but her whole life, which had been but a
+     succession of pious works, had eventually cast over her a species
+     of whiteness and brightness, and in growing older she had acquired
+     what may be called the beauty of goodness. What had been thinness
+     in her youth had became in her maturity transparency, and through
+     this transparency the angel could be seen.--_Les Miserables._
+
+     A ray of happiness was visible upon her face. Never had she
+     appeared more beautiful. Her features were remarkable for
+     prettiness rather than what is called beauty. Their fault, if fault
+     it be, lay in a certain excess of grace.... The ideal virgin is the
+     transfiguration of a face like this. Deruchette, touched by her
+     sorrow and love, seemed to have caught that higher and more holy
+     expression. It was the difference between the field daisy and the
+     lily.--_Toilers of the Sea._
+
+     The glance of a woman resembles certain wheels which are apparently
+     gentle but are formidable.... You come, you go, you dream, you
+     speak, you laugh, and all in a minute you feel yourself caught, and
+     it is all over with you. The wheel holds you, the glance has caught
+     you.--_Les Miserables._
+
+     She had listened to nothing, but mothers hear certain things
+     without listening.--_Ninety-Three._
+
+     She was really a respectable, firm, equitable, and just person,
+     full of that charity which consists in giving, but not possessing
+     to the same extent the charity which comprehends and pardons.--_Les
+     Miserables._
+
+     She seemed a vision scarcely embodied; ... in her fairness, which
+     amounted almost to serenity of her look; ... in the sacred
+     innocence of her smile, she was almost an angel, and yet just a
+     woman.--_By Order of the King._
+
+     The girl becomes a maiden, fresh and joyous as the lark. Noting her
+     movements, we feel as if it were good of her not to fly away. The
+     dear familiar companion moves at her own sweet will about the
+     house; flits from branch to branch, or rather from room to room;
+     goes to and fro; approaches and retires.... She asks a question and
+     is answered; is asked something in return, and chirps a reply. It
+     is delightful to chat with her when tired of serious talk; for this
+     creature carries with her something of her skyey element. She is,
+     as it were, a thread of gold interwoven with your sombre thoughts;
+     you feel almost grateful to her for her kindness in not making
+     herself invisible, when it would be so easy for her to be even
+     impalpable; for the beautiful is a necessity of life. There is in
+     the world no function more important than that of being
+     charming.... To shed joy around, to radiate happiness, to cast
+     light upon dark days, to be the golden thread of our destiny, and
+     the very spirit of grace and harmony, is not this to render a
+     service?--_Toilers of the Sea._
+
+     She scarcely knew, perhaps, the meaning of the word love, and yet
+     not unwillingly ensnared those about her in the toils.--_Toilers of
+     the Sea._
+
+     She stopped. She walked back a few paces, stopped again; she
+     inclined her head, with those thoughtful eyes which look attentive
+     yet see nothing.... Her lowered eyelids had that vague contraction
+     which suggests a tear checked in its course, or a thought
+     suppressed.... Her face, which might inspire adoration, seemed
+     meditative, like portraits of the Virgin.--_Toilers of the Sea._
+
+     She broke the bread into two fragments, and gave them to the
+     children, who ate with avidity. "She has kept none for herself,"
+     grumbled the sergeant. "Because she is not hungry," said a soldier.
+     "Because she is a mother," said the sergeant.--_Ninety-Three._
+
+     Extreme simplicity touches on extreme coquetry.... They did not
+     speak, they did not bow, they did not know each other, but they
+     met; and like the stars in the heavens, they lived by looking at
+     each other. It was thus that she gradually became a woman, and was
+     developed into a beautiful and loving woman, conscious of her
+     beauty and ignorant of her love. She was a coquette into the
+     bargain, through her innocence.--_Les Miserables._
+
+     Does not beauty confer a benefit upon us, even by the simple fact
+     of being beautiful?--Here and there we meet with one who possesses
+     that fairy-like power of enchanting all about her; sometimes she is
+     ignorant herself of this magical influence, which is, however, for
+     that reason only the more perfect. Her presence lights up the home;
+     her approach is like cheerful warmth; she passes by, and we are
+     content; she stays awhile, and we are happy.--_Toilers of the Sea._
+
+     To behold her is to live; she is the Aurora with a human face. She
+     has no need to do more than simply to be, she makes an Eden of the
+     house; Paradise breathes from her: and she communicates this
+     delight to all, without taking any greater trouble than that of
+     existing beside them. Is it not a thing divine to have a smile
+     which, none know how, has the power to lighten the weight of that
+     enormous chain which all the living, in common, drag behind
+     them?--_Toilers of the Sea._
+
+     On the day when a woman who passes before you emits light as she
+     walks you are lost, for you love. You have from that moment but one
+     thing to do: think of her so intently that she will be compelled to
+     think of you.--_Les Miserables._
+
+     The soul only needs to see a smile in a white crepe bonnet in order
+     to enter the palace of dreams.--_Les Miserables._
+
+     She had upon her lips almost the light of a smile, with the fulness
+     of tears in her eyes.... The reflection of an angel was in her
+     look.--_Toilers of the Sea._
+
+
+
+
+                    ROBERT BROWNING.
+
+
+    There is a vision in the heart of each
+    Of justice, mercy, wisdom, tenderness
+    To wrong and pain, and knowledge of its cure:
+    And these embodied in a woman's form
+    That best transmits them, pure as first received,
+    From God above her, to mankind below.
+
+      _Colombe's Birthday._
+
+
+          This woman ...
+    ... Being true, devoted, constant--she
+    Found constancy, devotion, truth, the plain
+    And easy commonplace of character.
+
+
+      _The Inn Album._
+
+
+    ... The good and tender heart,
+    Its girl's trust and its woman's constancy,
+    How pure yet passionate, how calm yet kind,
+    How grave yet joyous, how reserved yet free
+    As light where friends are--how imbued with lore
+    The world most prizes, yet the simplest.
+           *       *       *       *       *
+          Herself creates
+    The want she means to satisfy.
+
+      _A Blot on the 'Scutcheon._
+
+
+    Truly, the woman's way
+    High to lift heart up.
+
+      _Agamemnon._
+
+
+          And Michal's face
+    Still wears that quiet and peculiar light
+    Like the dim circlet floating 'round a pearl.
+           *       *       *       *       *
+    And yet her calm sweet countenance,
+    Though saintly, was not sad; for she would sing
+    Alone ... bird-like,
+    Not dreaming you were near.--Her carols dropt
+    In flakes through that old leafy bower.
+
+      _Paracelsus._
+
+
+    ... Such a lady, cheeks so round and lips so red,--
+    On her neck the small face buoyant like a bell-flower on its bed.
+
+      _Lyric._
+
+
+  There's a woman like a dew-drop, she's so purer than the purest;
+  And her noble heart's the noblest, yes, and her sure faith's the surest;
+  And her eyes are dark and humid, like the depth on depth of lustre
+  Hid i' the harebell, while her tresses, sunnier than the wild-grape cluster,
+  Gush in golden-tinted plenty down her neck's rose-misted marble;
+  Then her voice's music ... call it the well's bubbling, the bird's warble!
+
+      _A Blot on the 'Scutcheon._
+
+
+    How twinks thine eye, my Love,
+    Blue as yon star-beam.
+
+      _Ferishtah's Fancies._
+
+
+    That flower-like love of hers;
+           *       *       *       *       *
+    She was true--she only of them all!
+    True to her eyes, ... those glorious eyes.
+           *       *       *       *       *
+    With truth and purity go other gifts.
+    All gifts come clustering to that.
+
+      _The Return of the Druses._
+
+
+          Good as beautiful is she,
+    With gifts that match her goodness, no faint flaw
+    I' the white;--she were the pearl you think you saw.
+
+      _Daniel Bartoli._
+
+
+          Since beneath my roof
+    Housed she who made home heaven, in heaven's behoof
+    I went forth every day, and all day long
+    Worked for the world. Look, how the laborer's song
+    Cheers him! Thus sang my soul, at each sharp throe
+    Of laboring flesh and blood--"She loves me so!"
+
+      _A Forgiveness._
+
+
+    It is conspicuous in a woman's nature
+    Before its view to take a grace for granted:
+    Too trustful,--on her boundary, usurpature
+    Is swftly made;
+    But swftly, too, decayed,
+    The glory perishes by woman vaunted.
+
+      _Agamemnon._
+
+
+    That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers;
+          And the blue eye
+          Dear and dewy,
+    And that infantine fresh air of hers!
+           *       *       *       *       *
+          Eyes and mouth too,
+    All the face composed of flowers....
+           *       *       *       *       *
+    ... The sweet face ...
+        Be its beauty
+        Its sole duty!
+
+      _A Pretty Woman._
+
+
+    Women hate a debt as
+    Men a gift.
+
+      _In a Balcony._
+
+
+    A pretty woman's worth some pains to see,
+    Nor is she spoiled, I take it, if a crown
+    Complete the forehead pale and tresses pure.
+
+      _Colombe's Birthday._
+
+
+    Sure, 'tis no woman's part to long for battle;
+           *       *       *       *       *
+    Who conquers mildly
+    God from afar benignantly regardeth.
+
+      _Agamemnon._
+
+
+    Man's best and woman's worse
+    Amount so nearly to the same thing.
+
+      _Daniel Bartoli._
+
+
+          Nature's law ...
+    Given the peerless woman, certainly
+    Somewhere shall be the peerless man to match.
+
+      _The Inn Album._
+
+
+    Show me where's the woman won without
+    The help of one lie which she believes--
+    That--never mind how things have come to pass,
+    And let who loves have loved a thousand times--
+    All the same he now loves her only, loves
+    Her ever....
+
+      _The Inn Album._
+
+
+    Girl with sparkling eyes....
+           *       *       *       *       *
+    What an angelic mystery you are--
+           *       *       *       *       *
+    You have a full fresh joyous sense of life
+    That finds you out life's fit food everywhere;
+           *       *       *       *       *
+    By joyance you inspire joy.
+
+      _The Inn Album._
+
+
+          Now makes twice
+    That I have seen her, walked and talked
+    With the poor pretty thoughtful thing,
+    Whose worth I weigh; she tries to sing:
+    Draws, hopes in time the eye grows nice;
+    Reads verse and thinks she understands;
+    Loves all, at any rate, that's great,
+    Good, beautiful....
+
+      _Dis Aliter Visum._
+
+
+    Wave my lady dear a last farewell,
+    Lamenting who to one and all of us
+    Domestics was a mother, myriad harms
+    She used to ward away from every one,
+    And mollify her husband's ireful mood.
+
+      _Balaustion's Adventure._
+
+
+          Men? say you have the power
+    To make them yours, rule men, throughout life's little hour,
+    According to the phrase: what follows?
+          Men, you make,
+    By ruling them, your own; each man for his own sake
+    Accepts you as his guide, avails him of what worth
+    He apprehends in you to sublimate his earth
+    With fire; content, if so you convey him through night,
+    That you shall play the sun, and he, the satellite,
+    Pilfer your light and heat and virtue, starry pelf,
+    While, caught up by your course, he turns upon himself.
+
+      _Fifine at the Fair._
+
+
+          Any sort of woman may bestow
+    Her atom on the star, or clod she counts for such,--
+    Each little making less bigger by just that much.
+    Women grow you, while men depend on you at best.
+
+      _Fifine at the Fair._
+
+
+    Woman, and will you cast
+    For a word, quite off at last
+        Me your own, your You,--
+    Love, if you knew the light
+    That your soul casts in my sight,
+        How I look to you
+        For the pure and true,
+    And the beauteous and the right,--
+    Bear with a moment's spite
+    When a mere mote threats the white!
+
+      _A Lover's Quarrel._
+
+
+    Love, you did give all I asked, I think--
+    More than I merit, yes, by many times.
+    And perfect eyes, and more than perfect mouth,
+    But had you--oh, with the same perfect brow,
+    And the low voice my soul hears, as a bird
+    The fowler's pipe, and follows to the snare--
+    Had you, with these the same, but brought a mind!
+    Some women do so. Had the mouth there urged,
+    "God and the glory! never care for gain;
+    The present by the future, what is that?
+    Live for fame, side by side with Agnolo!
+    Rafael is waiting: up to God, all three!"
+    I might have done it for you. So it seems;
+    Perhaps not. All is as God overrules.
+
+      _Andrea Del Sarto._
+
+
+          All women love great men
+    If young or old; it is in all the tales;
+    Young beauties love old poets who can love--
+           *       *       *       *       *
+    Who was a queen and loved a poet once
+    Humpbacked, a dwarf? ah, women can do that!
+
+      _In a Balcony._
+
+
+          For women
+    There is no good of life but love--but love!
+    What else looks good, is some shade flung from love;
+    Love gilds it, gives it worth. Be warned by me.
+    Never you cheat yourself one instant! Love,
+    Give love, ask only love, and leave the rest!
+
+      _In a Balcony._
+
+
+        Oh, the beautiful girl ...
+    ... Her flesh was the soft seraphic screen
+    Of a soul that is meant ...
+      To just see earth, and hardly be seen,
+    And blossom in heaven instead.
+    Yet earth saw one thing, one how fair?
+      One grace that grew to its full ...
+    ... She had her great gold hair.
+
+    Hair, such a wonder of flix and floss,
+      Freshness and fragrance--floods of it, too!
+    Gold, did I say? Nay, gold's mere dross!
+
+      _Gold Hair._
+
+
+          She had
+    A heart--how shall I say?--too soon made glad,
+    Too easily impressed: she liked whate'er
+    She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.
+           *       *       *       *       *
+    'Twas all one! My favour at her breast,
+    The dropping of the daylight in the West,
+    The bough of cherries some officious fool
+    Broke in the orchard for her,--all and each
+    Would draw from her alike the approving speech,
+    Or blush at least ...
+    ... Who'd stoop to blame
+    This sort of trifling?
+
+      _My Last Duchess._
+
+
+
+
+                    W. M. THACKERAY.
+
+
+     To be doing good for some one else, is the life of most good women.
+     They are exuberant of kindness, as it were, and must impart it to
+     some one.--_Henry Esmond._
+
+
+     Who ever accused women of being just? They are always sacrificing
+     themselves or somebody for somebody else's sake.--_Pendennis._
+
+
+     I think it is not national prejudice which makes me believe that a
+     high-bred English lady is the most complete of all Heaven's
+     subjects in this world. In whom else do you see so much grace, and
+     so much virtue; so much faith, and so much tenderness; with such a
+     perfect refinement and chastity? And by high-bred ladies I don't
+     mean duchesses and countesses. Be they ever so high in station,
+     they can be but ladies, and no more. But almost every man who lives
+     in the world has the happiness, let us hope, of counting a few such
+     persons amongst his circle of acquaintance,--women, in whose
+     angelical natures there is something awful, as well as beautiful,
+     to contemplate; at whose feet the wildest and fiercest of us must
+     fall down and humble ourselves, in admiration of that adorable
+     purity which never seems to do or to think wrong.--_Pendennis._
+
+
+     What kind-hearted woman, young or old, does not love
+     match-making?--_The Newcomes._
+
+
+     Who does not know how ruthlessly women will tyrannize when they are
+     let to domineer? And who does not know how useless advice is?... A
+     man gets his own experience about women, and will take nobody's
+     hearsay; nor, indeed, is the young fellow worth a fig that
+     would.--_Henry Esmond._
+
+
+     Stupid! Why not? Some women ought to be stupid. What you call
+     dullness I call repose. Give me a calm woman, a slow woman,--a
+     lazy, majestic woman. Show me a gracious virgin bearing a lily;
+     not a leering giggler frisking a rattle. A lively woman would be
+     the death of me.... Why shouldn't the Sherrick be stupid, I say?
+     About great beauty there should always reign a silence. As you look
+     at the great stars, the great ocean, any great scene of nature, you
+     hush, sir. You laugh at a pantomime, but you are still in a temple.
+     When I saw the great Venus of the Louvre, I thought,--Wert thou
+     alive, O goddess, thou shouldst never open those lovely lips but to
+     speak lowly, slowly; thou shouldst never descend from that pedestal
+     but to walk stately to some near couch, and assume another attitude
+     of beautiful calm. To be beautiful is enough. If a woman can do
+     that well; who shall demand more from her? You don't want a rose to
+     sing. And I think wit is as out of place where there's great
+     beauty; as I wouldn't have a queen to cut jokes on her
+     throne.--_The Newcomes._
+
+
+     And so it is,--a pair of bright eyes with a dozen glances suffice
+     to subdue a man; to enslave him, and inflame him; to make him even
+     forget; they dazzle him so that the past becomes straightway dim to
+     him; and he would give all his life to possess 'em.--_Henry
+     Esmond._
+
+
+     She is as good a little creature as can be. She is never out of
+     temper; I don't think she is very wise; but she is uncommonly
+     pretty, and her beauty grows on you.... I look at her like a little
+     wild-flower in a field,--like a little child at play, sir. Pretty
+     little tender nursling. If I see her passing in the street I feel
+     as if I would like some fellow to be rude to her that I might have
+     the pleasure of knocking him down. She is like a little songbird,
+     sir,--a tremulous, fluttering little linnet that you would take
+     into your hand, and smooth its little plumes, and let it perch on
+     your finger and sing.--_The Newcomes._
+
+
+     That fine blush which is her pretty symbol of youth, modesty, and
+     beauty.... I never saw such a beautiful violet as that of her eyes.
+     Her complexion is of the pink of the blush-rose.--_The Newcomes._
+
+
+     He thought and wondered at the way in which women play with men,
+     and coax them and win them and drop them.--_Pendennis._
+
+
+     It was this lady's disposition to think kindnesses, and devise
+     silent bounties and to scheme benevolence, for those about her. We
+     take such goodness, for the most part, as if it were our due; the
+     Marys who bring ointment for our feet get but little thanks. Some
+     of us never feel this devotion at all, or are moved by it to
+     gratitude or acknowledgment; others only recall it years after,
+     when the days are past in which those sweet kindnesses were spent
+     on us, and we offer back our return for the debt by a poor tardy
+     payment of tears. The forgotten tones of love recur to us, and kind
+     glances shine out of the past--O so bright and clear!--O so longed
+     after! because they are out of reach; as holiday music from
+     with-inside a prison wall--or sunshine seen through the bars; more
+     prized because unattainable, more bright because of the contrast of
+     present darkness and solitude, whence there is no escape.--_Henry
+     Esmond._
+
+
+     In houses where, in place of that sacred, inmost flame of love,
+     there is discord at the centre, the whole household becomes
+     hypocritical, and each lies to his neighbor.... Alas that youthful
+     love and truth should end in bitterness and bankruptcy.... 'Tis a
+     hard task for women in life, that mask which the world bids them
+     wear. But there is no greater crime than for a woman who is ill
+     used and unhappy to show that she is so. The world is quite
+     relentless about bidding her to keep a cheerful face.--_Henry
+     Esmond._
+
+
+     O, what a mercy it is that these women do not exercise their powers
+     oftener. We can't resist them if they do. Let them show ever so
+     little inclination and men go down on their knees at once; old or
+     ugly it is all the same, and this I set down as a positive truth. A
+     woman with fair opportunities, and without an absolute hump, may
+     marry whom she likes. Only let us be thankful that the darlings are
+     like the beasts of the field and don't know their own powers. They
+     would overcome us entirely if they did.--_The Newcomes._
+
+
+     As for women--O my dear friends and brethren in this vale of
+     tears--did you ever see anything so curious and monstrous and
+     annoying as the way in which women court Princekin when he is
+     marriageable!--_The Newcomes._
+
+
+     She was as gentle and amenable to reason, as good-natured a girl
+     as could be; a little vacant and silly, but some men like dolls for
+     wives.--_The Newcomes._
+
+
+     She had been bred to measure her actions by a standard which the
+     world may nominally admit, but which it leaves for the most part
+     unheeded. Worship, love, duty, as taught her by the devout study of
+     the sacred law which interprets and defines it--if these formed the
+     outward practice of her life, they were also its constant and
+     secret endeavor and occupation. She spoke but very seldom of her
+     religion, though it filled her heart and influenced all her
+     behavior. What must the world appear to such a person?--_The
+     Newcomes._
+
+
+     There are ladies, who may be called men's women, being welcomed
+     entirely by all the gentlemen, and cut or slighted by all their
+     wives.... But while simple folks who are out of the world, or
+     country people with a taste for the genteel, behold these ladies in
+     their seeming glory in public places, or envy them from afar off,
+     persons who are better instructed could inform them that these
+     envied ladies have no more chance of establishing themselves in
+     "Society," than the benighted squire's wife in Somersetshire, who
+     reads of their doings in the _Morning Post_. Men living about town
+     are aware of these awful truths. You hear how pitilessly many
+     ladies of seeming rank and wealth are excluded from this "Society."
+     The frantic efforts which they make to enter this circle, the
+     meannesses to which they submit, the insults which they undergo,
+     are matters of wonder to those who take human or woman kind for a
+     study; and the pursuit of fashion under difficulties would be a
+     fine theme for any very great person who had the wit, the leisure,
+     and the knowledge of the English language necessary for the
+     compiling of such a history.--_Vanity Fair._
+
+
+     I can fancy nothing more cruel than to have to sit day after day
+     with a dull handsome woman opposite; to answer her speeches about
+     the weather, housekeeping, and what not.... Women go through this
+     simpering and smiling life and bear it quite easily. Theirs is a
+     life of hypocrisy. What good woman does not laugh at her husband's
+     or father's jokes and stories time after time and would not laugh
+     at breakfast, lunch, and dinner if he told them? Flattery is their
+     nature,--to coax, flatter, and sweetly befool some one is every
+     woman's business. She is none, if she declines this office.--_The
+     Newcomes._
+
+
+     He had placed himself at her feet so long that the poor little
+     woman had been accustomed to trample upon him. She didn't wish to
+     marry him, but she wished to keep him. She wished to give him
+     nothing, but that he should give her all. It is a bargain not
+     unfrequently levied in love.--_Vanity Fair._
+
+
+     Every woman would rather be beautiful, than be anything else in the
+     world,--ever so rich, or ever so good, or have all the gifts of the
+     fairies.--_The Virginians._
+
+
+     If a man is in grief, who cheers him; in trouble, who consoles
+     him; in wrath, who soothes him; in joy, who makes him doubly happy;
+     in prosperity, who rejoices; in disgrace, who backs him against the
+     world, and dresses with gentle unguents and warm poultices the
+     rankling wounds made by the stings and arrows of outrageous
+     Fortune? Who but woman, if you please? You who are ill and sore
+     from the buffets of Fate, have you one or two of these sweet
+     physicians? Return thanks to the gods that they have left you so
+     much of consolation. What gentleman is not more or less a
+     Prometheus? Who has not his rock, his chain? But the sea-nymphs
+     come,--the gentle, the sympathizing; ... they do their blessed best
+     to console us Titans; _they_ don't turn their backs upon us after
+     our overthrow.--_The Virginians._
+
+
+     Is not a young mother one of the sweetest sights which life shows
+     us? If she has been beautiful before, does not her present pure joy
+     give a character of refinement and sacredness almost to her beauty,
+     touch her sweet cheeks with fairer blushes, and impart I know not
+     what serene brightness to her eyes?--_The Newcomes._
+
+
+     This lady moved through the world quite regardless of all the
+     comments that were made in her praise or disfavor. She did not seem
+     to know that she was admired or hated for being so perfect, but
+     went on calmly through life, saving her prayers, loving her family,
+     helping her neighbors, and doing good.--_Pendennis._
+
+
+     She had a fault of character which flawed her perfections. With
+     the other sex perfectly tolerant and kindly, of her own she was
+     invariably jealous; and a proof that she had this vice is, that
+     though she would acknowledge a thousand faults that she had not, to
+     which she had she could never be got to own.--_Henry Esmond._
+
+
+     She was a critic, not by reason, but by feeling. Feeling was her
+     reason.--_Henry Esmond._
+
+
+     Her eyes were gray; her voice low and sweet: and her smile when it
+     lighted up her face and eyes as beautiful as spring sunshine, also,
+     they could brighten and flash often, and sometimes though rarely
+     rain.--_Pendennis._
+
+
+
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