Is there anything more fragile in nature than a woman's hand? But put it
in her lover's. and what a force it has!

Anomaly of anomalies, with women, fragility, delicacy, dependence,
beauty, grace,--it is by these weak weapons that she wins. So,

We watch a demure damsel of some sixteen sunny summers much as we watch a
delicate dynamo of some thousand kilowatts.

Both seem so calm, so quiescent. Yet both, we know, can generate such
startling energy, can bring about such marvelous results.

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Many women forget that things which men have no objection to their female
friends doing they often have a very particular objection to their
mothers, sisters, and wives doing. So, too, they often forget that

It is not the girl he flatters, compliments, and is conspicuously
attentive to, that the man always marries. Perhaps this goes to show
that

There is a deeper and more serious current in the flow of male emotions,
which, much as light and fitful breezes may stir the surface, is moved
only by, and mingles only, with a similar and confluent stream. For

It is not man's highest instincts that are stimulated by the more
superficial of feminine blandishments; though, no doubt, many a man there
is has been made permanently captive by their lure. The truth is that