WOMAN IN THE NINETEENTH CENTURY. " Frailty, thy name is WOMAN." " The Earth waits for her Queen." THE connection between these quotations may not bo is, but it is strict. Yet would any contradict us, made them applicable to the other side, and began also, Frailty, thy name is MAN. The Earth waits for its King T Yet Man, if not yet fully installed in his powers, has rivni much earnest of his claims. Frail he is indeed, li-.v frail ! how impure !. Yet often has the vein of gold displayed itself amid the baser ores, and Man has ap- peared before us in princely promise worthy of his future. If, oftnitiniea, we see the prodigal son feeding on the husks in the f;iir field no more his own, anon we raise the eyelids, heavy from bitter tears, to behold in him the radiant apparition of genius and love, dm landing not lees th in tin- all of goodness, power and beauty. We see that in him the largest claim finds a due foundation.
