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Show THEY ARE "HAPPY." We read the other day in an Eastern paper that fifteen hundred women 7 were in a state of almost, delirious J happiness because, after many months of idleness, they were to have a chance to work as "hands"' in a factory. Poor, unfortunate wretchesl How little it takes to make them happy! N'o home life for them. Xo opeaing ut of joyous yistas. Xo opportunity to cultivate the sweet graces of social life. Xo chance to inform the mind or reune the manners. Xo leisure lor thought. Xo time to prepare for the duties and responsibilities of wife-hood wife-hood and motherhood. Nothing but a ceaseless round of toil for a pittance. Nothing but hard and repellant work, j the sleep of physical exhaustion, and then the same hard, repellant work again. And they are nappy, because they have a chance to do all this, while inyriada of their sisters are thrown into an ecstacy of nnhappi-ress nnhappi-ress if Fido sniffs at his chop or if Thomas is a minute late with the carriage. Verily, this is a strange and ognimatic world- Wo say that quite frequently, j But the divine tells us that its enig mas are wisely ordered, and that we I should all be content with our lot in life. Maybe so; but it is hard to be ll lieye that God is content with the lot I of these 1,500 women, or with the lot of the great multitudes whose cendi- I lion is unspeakable vrers eyen than . theirs., 1 !' - ' |