Happy are the little girls of America, who are brought up quietly and tenderly at the domestic hearth, and thus become gentle and delicate women! May none of them ever lose the loveliness of their sex by receiving such an education as that of Queen Christina! Emily, timid, quiet, and sensitive, was the very reverse of little Christina.

She seemed shocked at the idea of such a bold and masculine character as has been described in the foregoing story.
"I never could have loved her," whispered she to Mrs.Temple; and then she added, with that love of personal neatness which generally accompanies purity of heart, "It troubles me to think of her unclean hands!" "Christina was a sad specimen of womankind indeed," said Mrs.Temple.
"But it is very possible for a woman to have a strong mind, and to be fitted for the active business of life, without losing any of her natural delicacy.

Perhaps some time or other Mr.Temple will tell you a story of such a woman." It was now time for Edward to be left to repose.

His brother George shook him heartily by the hand, and hoped, as he had hoped twenty times before, that tomorrow or the next day Ned's eyes would be strong enough to look the sun right in the face.
"Thank you, George," replied Edward, smiling; "but I am not half so impatient as at first.

If my bodily eyesight were as good as yours, perhaps I could not see things so distinctly with my mind's eye.