to find an inexhaustible treasure. For the woman cannot forever keep up
a fictitious affection; and languid looks, and eyes that will not
brighten, and smiles which are so evidently forced, bespeak her
sympathies elsewhere.--But, as Heine said, this is an old story often
repeated. (1) Wherefore

Let us pity women! The dice they throw are their hearts--and they have
only one throw:--when they have thrown away their hearts--Pity women!

Men have so many dice to throw: income, status, title; virility, fortune,
fame; good spirits, good connections, good looks; an air, a figure, a
soul-stirring voice; manners, breeding, force; a good name, a good bank
account. The pity o' it is that

The whole marriage question revolves about a single point:

The man wants him a woman,--a woman who shall be his and only his;

The woman wants her a head of a home. And here again, and once again, we
see the difference between the sexes:--

The one thing that the man wants is: a mate;

The one thing that a woman wants is: a head and provider of a
household.

The man's thoughts never go beyond the woman;

The woman's thoughts always and at once travel far beyond the man--to
the children, the household, the home. This is great Nature's inexorable