tering their faſcinating graces, and viewing them as if they were in a ſtate of perpetual childhood, unable to ſtand alone. I earneſtly wiſh to point out in what true dignity and human happineſs conſiſts—I wiſh to perſuade women to endeavour to acquire ſtrength, both of mind and body, and to convince them that the ſoft phraſes, ſuſceptibility of heart, delicacy of ſentiment, and refinement of taſte, are almoſt ſynonimous with epithets of weakneſs, and that thoſe beings who are only the objects of pity and that kind of love, which has been termed its ſiſter, will ſoon become objects of contempt.
Diſmiſſing then thoſe pretty feminine phraſes, which the men condeſcendingly uſe to ſoften our ſlaviſh dependence, and deſpiſing that weak elegancy of mind, exquiſite ſenſibility, and ſweet docility of manners, ſuppoſed to be the ſexual characteriſtics of the weaker veſſel, I wiſh to ſhew that elegance is inferior to virtue, that the firſt object of laudable ambition is to obtain a character as a human being, regardleſs of the diſtinction of ſex; and that ſecondary views ſhould be brought to this ſimple touchſtone.
This is a rough ſketch of my plan; and ſhould I expreſs my conviction with the energetic emotions that I feel whenever I think of the ſubject, the dictates of experience and re-
