THAT is not Christ’s religion which is moved to ecstasies of love and compassion for the Zulus and Chinese across seas, and is selfish, irritable, greedy, impatient, and disobliging at home. The true woman is the very soul of self-forgetfulness in her own home-circle. Then wherever she goes she is the same.
She carries the sweet, patient spirit of Christ everywhere.
Her hands are gentle as an angel’s, and are ever scattering blessings.
Her words are thrilled with a strange power of sympathy and tenderness, and carry comfort into the sad heart, courage into the fainting heart, life into the sluggish heart.
A selfish woman is a contradiction.
Wherever selfishness does appear in a woman it is a blur that disfigures the divine beauty.
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