There are hundreds and thousands of them in all our cities. There is a
kind of work that men cannot do for the poor. Here comes a group of
little barefoot children to the door of the Dorcas Society. They need
to be clothed and provided for. Which of these directors of banks
would know how many yards it would take to make that little girl a
dress? Which of these masculine hands could fit a hat to that little
girl's head? Which of the wise men would know how to tie on that new
pair of shoes? Man sometimes gives his charity in a rough way, and it
falls like the fruit of a tree in the East, which fruit comes down so
heavily that it breaks the skull of the man who is trying to gather
it. But woman glides so softly into the house of destitution, and
finds out all the sorrows of the place, and puts so quietly the
donation on the table, that all the family come out on the front steps
as she departs, expecting that from under her shawl she will thrust
out two wings and go right up toward heaven, from whence she seems to
have come down.
O Christian young woman, if you would make yourself happy and win the
blessing of Christ, go out