“Sit side by side full sunned in all their powers
  Dispensing harvests;
  Self-reverent each and reverencing each
  Distinct in individualities;
  But like each other even as those who love,
  Then comes the statelier Eden back to man. 
  For it is possible in wedded pair a harmony
  More grateful than harmonious sound to the ear.”

Said Count Zinzendorf, in regard to his wife, “Twenty-five years’ experience has shown me that just the helpmeet whom I love is the only one that could suit my vocation.  Who else could have so carried through my family affairs?  Who lived so spotlessly before the world?  Who so wisely aided me in my rejection of a dry morality?  Who so clearly set aside Pharisaism, which, as years passed, threatened to creep in among us?  Who so deeply discerned as to the spirits of delusion which sought to bewilder us?  Who would have governed my whole economy so wisely, richly, and hospitably, when circumstances commanded?  Who have taken indifferently the part of servant or mistress without, on the one side, affecting an especial spirituality; on the other, being sullied by any worldly pride?  Who, in a community where all ranks are eager to be on a level, would, from wise and real causes, have known how to maintain inward and outward distinctions?  Who, without a murmur, has seen her husband encounter such dangers by land and sea?  Who undertaken with him and sustained such astonishing pilgrimages?  Who, amid such difficulties, would have always held up her head and supported me?  Who found such vast sums of money and acquitted them on her own credit?  And, finally, who, of all human beings, could so well understand and interpret to others my inner and outer being, as this one, of such nobleness in her way of thinking, such great intellectual capacity, and so free from the theological perplexities that enveloped me?” Let any one peruse, with all intentness, the lineaments of this portrait, and he will be impressed with the fact, that it is possible for woman to fulfil her mission, and become a true helpmeet.  This woman was not a copy.  She was not a cipher.  She was an original; and while she loved and honored her husband, she thought for herself on all subjects, with so much intelligence, that he could and did look on her as a sister and friend also.

The third and highest grade of marriage union is the religious, which may be expressed “as a pilgrimage round a common shrine.”  This includes the other,—­home sympathies and household wisdom,—­for these pilgrims know how to assist each other along the dusty way.

These facts should be remembered in her education.  The beautiful forms which everywhere exist in nature should be impressed upon the female mind, and the treasures of elegant literature should be opened to her in no stinted measure.