the storm of life. But she has had great powers of love, great powers of
sacrifice, great depths of forgiveness, great fountains of tears--those
still waters where bathes the human soul and rises clean before God's
sight. "Women are the poetry of the world, in the same sense that the
stars are the poetry of heaven," says Hargrave; "clear, light-giving,
harmonious, they are the terrestrial planets that rule the destinies of
mankind." "Man," says Washington Irving, "is the creature of interest
and ambition. His nature leads him forth into the struggle and bustle of
the world. Love is but the embellishment of his early life, or a song
piped in the intervals of his acts. But a woman's whole life is