IN ENGLAND.
In America, behold the dignified, nay, the majestic entry of Mrs. Jonathan, a perfect queen going toward her throne, bestowing a glance on her subjects right and left—and Jonathan behind!
IN AMERICA.
They say in France that Paris is the paradise of women. If so, there is a more blissful place than paradise; there is another word to invent to give an idea of the social position enjoyed by American ladies.
If I had to be born again, and might choose my sex and my birthplace, I would shout at the top of my voice:
“Oh, make me an American woman!”
