“Why, I have been completely disgusted, and that more than once, to hear women of the most exemplary character praise and hang upon the words of these smooth-tongued villains.  I have now in my mind one in particular, whom the world looks upon as a devoted wife and mother, and who I think has never yet contemplated sin.  Yet I know better than herself, that she is hovering on the brink of a precipice, that may, at some future day, engulf all she loves, with herself, in one common ruin.

“Society, as it is now constituted, is dangerous, and calculated to contaminate any pure-minded woman who enters it, unless she be blessed with sufficient decision of character to choose a strict line of conduct and abide by it, at the risk of being called dull, prudish, and uninteresting.

“Those of the old school, with their rigid notions of etiquette, their stately courtesy, and grave, dignified manners, were far preferable to the style assumed by Young America at the present day.  Although not deficient in a love for my country, I hardly wonder that the people of the European cities which Americans visit complain that these ’plebeian Yankees,’ with their ‘loud’ style, their fussy dressing to the extreme of fashion, their slang, and their still more intolerable ’double entendre,’ exert an unfavorable influence upon society, and ‘desecrate’ the places where they tread.”

“I believe you are right,” said Mrs. Hardyng; “and it has struck me oddly enough that we, who are so extremely opposite in every respect, should find so many subjects upon which to agree.  I have often grieved over these foibles of our sex, not having failed to observe, with regret, that there are fewer exceptions than there should be.

“Now, I should think, from the very nature of things, that a woman would always instinctively defend her own sex, and hurl contempt and scorn at those who basely sought to take advantage of her weakness.  There seems to me to be one, all-powerful reason why they should do this, and it has puzzled me exceedingly to know why, with the self-love that all women possess in common with each other, and their natural tendency to jealousy, they should feel at all elated at a tale of flattery that they know has been rehearsed before, as often as there has been found one to listen.

“Now, it is no recommendation to my favor to realize that I am only one of a dozen, and that Frizzolinda in the parlor, or Jemima in the kitchen, would each prove equally as acceptable in their turn; that the arm that embraces me, has stolen with just as delicious uncertainty around the cook’s buxom waist, and that the eyes that seek mine with such glances of affection have sought with an equal fondness in their melting depths those of every lady of my acquaintance.  I’ll confess, if it is a weakness, for a woman who gives everything to the man she loves, that I am exacting enough to