THE OLD MAID.
"I never join in the cry against the noble sisterhood; but rather echo Sharon Turner's benediction, 'Heaven bless old maids.'"
A PORTRAIT.
I sing of modest worth, of talent too,
Of virtues many, and of foibles few;
Or, if possessed, it cannot be denied
That e'en her "failings leaned to virtue's side."
Of virtues many, and of foibles few;
Or, if possessed, it cannot be denied
That e'en her "failings leaned to virtue's side."
She lived a maiden, and a maid she died,
This was a fact she never sought to hide;
Why should she blush to see her name enrolled
With Leslie, Bremer, Sedgwick, and Miss Gould,
This was a fact she never sought to hide;
Why should she blush to see her name enrolled
With Leslie, Bremer, Sedgwick, and Miss Gould,
And Mary Lyon, who with lamblike heart
In all life's duties meekly bore her part?
Such single women long shall live in story
While many a wife may sigh in vain for glory.
In all life's duties meekly bore her part?
Such single women long shall live in story
While many a wife may sigh in vain for glory.
