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A Woman, Till Five-and-thirty, Is Only Looked Upon As A Raw Girl, And Can Possibly Make No Noise In The World Till About Forty.

We Are No More Free Agents Than The Queen Of Clubs When She Victoriously Takes Prisoner The Knave Of Hearts.

... If It Were The Fashion To Go Naked, The Face Would Be Hardly Observed.

Conscience Is Justice's Best Minister; It Threatens, Promises, Rewards, And Punishes And Keeps All Under Control; The Busy Must Attend To Its Remonstrances, The Most Powerful Submit To Its Reproof, And The Angry Endure Its Upbraidings. While Conscience Is Our Friend All Is Peace; But If Once Offended Farewell The Tranquil Mind.

It Goes Far Towards Reconciling Me To Being A Woman, When I Reflect That I Am Thus In No Danger Of Ever Marrying One.