So far as possible, let all women dress beautifully: so God dresses the meadows and the mountains. Let them wear pearls and diamonds if they can afford it: God has hung round the neck of his world strings of diamonds, and braided the black locks of the storm with bright ribbons of rainbow. Especially before and right after breakfast, ere they expect to be seen of the world, let them look neat and attractive for the family's sake. One of the most hideous sights is a slovenly woman at the breakfast table. Let woman adorn herself. Let her speak on platforms so far as she may have time and ability to do so. But let not mothers imagine that there is any new way of successfully training children, or of escaping the old-time self-denial and continuous painstaking.
Let this be the commencement of the law suit:
OLD CRADLE versus PATENTED SELF-ROCKER.
Attorneys for plaintiff—all the cherished memories of the past.
Attorneys for the defendant—all the humbugs of the present.
For jury—the good sense of all Christendom.
Crier, open the court and let the jury be empaneled.
CHAPTER XVI.
A HORSE'S LETTER.