Rambles in Womanland

te it? How many ever realize what it is? For some it is a mor

hat very few people are sufficiently free from some vulgarity

it violent constitutions, too much delicacy to suit people destitute of refinement, too much enthusiasm to suit cool hearts,

preciated, and you will easily understand why it must b

, but women can love better than

l, piquant, elegant, rich, difficult to obtain, and because men are violent, ambitious, wilful, and obstin

or extravagance which you care to name. Women are flattered by these follies and extra

love. Passion is as fickle as love is constant.

elights in dwelling, women who give to the public all the treasures of their beauty, amiability, and talent are those who inspire in men the m

rs a moss bank against some wall covered with ivy, some solitude where silence is so perfect t

he loves truly he will take her to the border of a forest in some secluded, pictur

rn with feelings of delicacy and refinement that only few men can acquire or develop; they are

ior to men-whereas many men see their love cooled by pos

dy, heart, and soul. Her love is the occupation of her life, her only thoug

ould only be sufficiently impressed with this fa