Considereth a field, and buyeth it; with the fruit of her hands planteth a vineyard.
Her candle goeth not out by night.
She
Layeth her hands to the spindle; and her hands hold the distaff.
Maketh fine linen, and selleth it, and delivereth girdles unto the merchant....
together with a few other airy trifles such as bearing and rearing children, I suppose. But most significant of all—
Her husband is known in the gates where he sitteth among the elders of the land.
I should think so indeed! There seems to be little else left for him to do.
I can almost hear the writer smacking his lips over this description, which no doubt tallies closely with Mr. Lipscomb’s own notions.
For all this she is to