briefly how these powers seem to be rightly distinguishable.

We are foolish, and without excuse foolish, in speaking of the
"superiority" of one sex to the other, as if they could be compared
in similar things. Each has what the other has not: each completes
the other, and is completed by the other: they are in nothing
alike, and the happiness and perfection of both depends on each
asking and receiving from the other what the other only can give.

Now their separate characters are briefly these. The man's power is
active, progressive, defensive. He is eminently the doer, the
creator, the discoverer, the defender. His intellect is for
speculation and invention; his energy for adventure, for war, and
for conquest, wherever war is just, wherever conquest necessary.
But the woman's power is for rule, not for battle,--and her
intellect is not for invention or creation, but for sweet ordering,
arrangement, and decision. She sees the qualities of things, their
claims, and their places. Her great function is Praise; she enters
into no contest, but infallibly adjudges the crown of contest. By
her office, and place, she is protected from all danger and
temptation. The man, in his rough work in open world, must
encounter all peril and trial;--to him, therefore, must be the
failure, the offence, the inevitable error: often he must be
wounded, or subdued; often misled; and ALWAYS hardened. But he
guards the woman from all this; within his house, as ruled by her,
unless she herself has sought it, need enter no danger, no
temptation, no cause of error or offence. This is the true nature
of home--it is the place of Peace; the shelter, not only from all
injury, but from all terror, doubt, and division. In so far as it
is not this, it is not home; so far as the anxieties of the outer