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make others happy, our countenances should be placid and 
our cheerfulness assured by our vocal organs. 
tie, fie! unknit that threatening unkind brow, 
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, 
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor : 
It blots thy beauty as frosts bite the meads, 
Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds, 
And in no sense is meet or amiable. 
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled— 
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of-beauty ; 
And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty 
Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it. 
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, 
Thy head, thy sovereign, one that cares for thee 
And for thy maintenance : Commits his body 
• To painful labor, both by sea and land, 
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, 
While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe,— 
And craves no other tribute at thy hands 
But love, fair looks, and true obedience.” 
That reads and sounds very well; Mr. Shakespeare ; 
but the women of our time are doing their full share of 
keeping the home “ warm, secure and safe.” The world 
and women have made great progress in three centuries. 
Could we have stepped into the modest, unpretending home 
of the “ Bard of Avon,” where happiness seemed to dwell, 
and looked our surprise and pleasure, how surely he would 
have uttered these talismanic words : “Anne Hath-a-way!” 
An unknown author, in a poetic way, has sought to give us 
sympathy in some verses styled “ Kitchen Consolation.” 
Allow me to extend this sympathy : 
“ Oh ! this baking and brewing, 
This boiling and stewing, 
And washing of dishes three times a day ; 
The griddle-cakes turning, 
The skimming for churning, 
The setting of tables and clearing away ? 
“ What is it but weariness, 
Work without cheerfulness— 
The same round of labor day after day ? 
I’d rather be painting, 
Or sewing or braiding, 
Or spending my time in a pleasanter way.” 
