Life Is Like A Cup Of Tea,

We Will Not Have Great Questions Decided By Irrelevant Agencies, Our Husbands Will Not Come To Us, Reeking With Carnage, For Caresses And Applause. Our Sons Shall Not Be Taken From Us To Unlearn All That We Have Been Able To Teach Them Of Charity, Mercy, And Patience. We, The Women Of One Country, Will Be Too Tender Of Those Of Another Country To Allow Our Sons To Be Trained To Injure Theirs.

I Have Read A Fiery Gospel Writ In Burnished Rows Of Steel: "as Ye Deal With My Contemners, So With You My Grace Shall Deal; Let The Hero, Born Of Woman, Crush The Serpent With His Heel, Since God Is Marching On.

Hope Died As I Was Led Unto My Marriage Bed.

Massachusetts Women As A Rule Adhere Too Strongly To Old-time Conventions.

The Frozen Ocean... Of Boston Life.