You May Be Witty, But

No Amount Of Preaching, Exhortation, Sympathy, Benevolence, Will Render The Condition Of Our Working Women What It Should Be, So Long As The Kitchen And Needle Are Substantially Their Only Resources.

Duty And To-day Are Ours; Results And Futurity Belong To God.

Journalism Will Kill You, But It Will Keep You Alive While You're At It.

A Widow Of Doubtful Age Will Marry Almost Any Sort Of A White Man.

The Republic Needed To Be Passed Through Chastening, Purifying Fires Of Adversity And Suffering: So These Came And Did Their Work And The Verdure Of A New National Life Springs Greenly, Luxuriantly, From Their Ashes.