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A Good Many Causes Tend To Make Good Masters And Mistresses Quite As Rare As Good Servants.... The Large And Rapid Fortunes By Which Vulgar And Ignorant People Become Possessed Of Splendid Houses, Splendidly Furnished, Do Not, Of Course, Give Them The Feelings And Manners Of Gentle Folks, Or In Any Way Really Raise Them Above The Servants They Employ, Who Are Quite Aware Of This Fact, And That The Possession Of Wealth Is Literally The Only Superiority Their Employers Have Over Them.

Carols Of Gladness Ring From Every Tree.

Christmas Is A Season Of Such Infinite Labour, As Well As Expense In The Shopping And Present-making Line, That Almost Every Woman I Know Is Good For Nothing In Purse And Person For A Month Afterwards, Done Up Physically, And Broken Down Financially.

The Most Intense Curiosity And Excitement Prevailed, And Though The Weather Was Uncertain, Enormous Masses Of Densely Packed People Lined The Road, Shouting And Waving Hats And Handkerchiefs As We Flew By Them.

Maids Must Be Wives, And Mothers, To Fulfil Th' Entire And Holiest End Of Woman's Being.