others with impunity without them knowing and resenting it. When we get what we want we are always disappointed to find that it is not what we wanted. Like does not always worship like: Beauty often worships the Beast. We were all in the front row when modesty was served out—at least we think so. Because some men are ruined by intemperance it does not follow that all should become abstainers, any more than because some men are ruined by marriage all men should remain single. What men see in women or women in men to admire is generally a puzzle to those who know the men and women in question intimately. The only compliment which a woman really dislikes is that which is paid to another. Things have changed since Shakespeare’s time: men’s evil deeds we write in sympathetic ink; their virtues on marble tombstones. Our own weaknesses we regard as misfortunes from which we cannot escape; the weaknesses of others we consider crimes. No matter how well we do, we are sure to be anxious to impress upon others that what we have achieved is trifling—compared with that of which we are capable. A woman is not a woman merely by reason of her sex, any more than an angel is of necessity an angel of light. We are quite able, while hating sin, to pity and be charitable to the sinner—when we happen to be the sinner concerned. The commonly accepted idea that a woman of beauty is of necessity lacking in mental qualities, must have originated in the head of some woman who possessed neither. The Devil is not as black as he is painted. In fact, he is more like us than we care to admit. Faithful are the wounds of a friend; and as it is more blessed to give than to receive, we prefer to do the wounding. The naked truth and a naked lie Are shocking alike to society.