She should become acquainted with the metaphysical designs of those who condescended to sing the siren song of flattery.

This, we think, should be according to the unwritten law of decorum, which is stamped upon every innocent heart.

The precepts of prudery are often steeped in the guilt of contamination, which blasts the expectations of better moments.
Truth, and beautiful dreams--loveliness, and delicacy of character, with cherished affections of the ideal woman--gentle hopes and aspirations, are enough to uphold her in the storms of darkness, without the transferred colorings of a stained sufferer.

How often have we seen it in our public prints, that woman occupies a false station in the world! and some have gone so far as to say it was an unnatural one.

So long has she been regarded a weak creature, by the rabble and illiterate--they have looked upon her as an insufficient actress on the great stage of human life--a mere puppet, to fill up the drama of human existence--a thoughtless, inactive being--that she has too often come to the same conclusion herself, and has sometimes forgotten her high destination, in the meridian of her glory.