If the heart of a man is depress’d with cares,
The mist is dispell’d when a woman appears. 
—­Gay.

Women are a new race, recreated since the world received Christianity.  —­Beecher.

Not she with trait’rous kiss her Saviour stung,
Not she denied him with unholy tongue;
She, while apostles shrank, could danger brave,
Last at his cross, and earliest at his grave. 

                                    —­E.S.  Barrett.

O loving woman, man’s fulfillment, sweet,
Completing him not otherwise complete! 
How void and useless the sad remnant left
Were he of her, his nobler part, bereft. 

                                    —­Abraham Coles.

As the vine which has long twined its graceful foliage about the oak, and been lifted by it into sunshine, will, when the hardy plant is rifted by the thunderbolt, cling round it with its caressing tendrils, and bind up its shattered boughs; so it is beautifully ordered by Providence, that woman, who is the mere dependent and ornament of man in his happier hours, should be his stay and solace when smitten with sudden calamity; winding herself into the rugged recesses of his nature, tenderly supporting the drooping head, and binding up the broken heart.—­Washington Irving.

Women in health are the hope of the nation.  Men who exercise a controlling influence—­the master spirits—­with a few exceptions, have had country-born mothers.  They transmit to their sons those traits of character—­moral, intellectual, and physical—­which give stability to institutions, and promote order, security, and justice.—­Dr. J.V.C.  Smith.

Man has subdued the world, but woman has subdued man.  Mind and muscle have won his victories; love and loveliness have gained hers.  No monarch has been so great, no peasant so lowly, that he has not been glad to lay his best at the feet of a woman.—­Gail Hamilton.

American ladies are known abroad for two distinguishing traits (besides, possibly, their beauty and self-reliance), and these are their ill-health and their extravagant devotion to dress.—­Abba Goold Woolson.

     Where is the man who has the power and skill
     To stem the torrent of a woman’s will? 
     For if she will, she will, you may depend on’t,
     And if she won’t, she won’t, and there’s an end on’t.

I have often had occasion to remark the fortitude with which women sustain the most overwhelming reverses of fortune.  Those disasters which break down the spirit of a man and prostrate him in the dust seem to call forth all the energies of the softer sex, and give such intrepidity and elevation to their character, that at times it approaches to sublimity.—­Washington Irving.

To feel, to love, to suffer, to devote herself will always be the text of the life of women.—­Balzac.