Folly as It Flies; Hit at by Fanny Fern

Bye and bye what a glorious history of our war may be written. Not that the world will not teem with histories of it. But I speak not of great generals and commanders, who, unde...

Sunday, "the Day of Rest," so called, to many mothers of families, is the most toilsome day of the whole week. Children, too young to go to church, must of course be cared for a...

Do you ever go home pondering over chance conversation heard in the street? "Don't you wish something would happen?" I heard a young girl say, yawning to her companion, as I pas...

We often think of the solitariness and isolation of the young man--a stranger in a crowded city; suddenly cut adrift, perhaps from loving home influences--finding an inexorable...

There is not a day of my life in which I am not vexed at the injustice done to children. A Sunday or two since, I went to church. In the pew directly in front of me sat a fine l...

It is very funny how such women will fancy they are recommending themselves by this kind of talk, to persons whose approbation they sometimes seek. If they only knew what a sens...

Eleven days without a newspaper! and yet we ate, and drank, and slept, and grew fat, as our boat carried us farther and farther from all knowledge of the "horrid disclosures," a...

Men have _one_ virtue; for instance: How delicious is their blunt, honest frankness toward each other, in their every-day intercourse, (politicians excepted,) in contrast with t...

When I go to church I want to carry something back with me wherewithal to fight the devil through the week. I don't want the ancestry of Jeroboam and Ezekiel, and Keranhappuck r...

Here in New York one does not get to the environs until it is time to come home; what with clogged streets and ferry-boats, and Babel-hindrances too numerous to mention, such as...

_For fourteen years, the team of Bonner and Fern, has trotted over the road at 2.40 pace, without a snap of the harness, or a hitch of the wheels.--Plenty of oats, and a skilful...

Schoolmaster! Why, Emperor, King, President, are nothing to it. There is only one thing before it, and that is--"Mother." Let the world look to it who are its schoolmasters. Let...

I don't like to admit it, but there are two things a woman can't do. First, she _can't sharpen a lead pencil_. Give her one and see. Mark how jaggedly she hacks away every parti...

It is a self-evident fact, that all women are not ladies, in the best sense of the word; _i. e._ by virtue of behavior, _not_ dress; no doubt landladies as well as others have o...

I hope you will go--and you and you--on some Sabbath evening, if you come to New York. They love to feel that people take an interest in them. It brightens and cheers their live...

As to the fifteen flashy silk robes presented by the Japanese government to ours, I had no desire to get into them. A strange soldier standing near while I was gazing, stepped u...

And so the brogans, and the dark "stuff"-dress, and the thick stockings, and shawl, come to grief; and in two months' time flash is written all over Bridget, from the crown of h...

I go into a newspaper store to purchase a magazine; there stands a gentleman (?) at my side with a lighted cigar in his mouth, coolly looking over the papers at his leisure. If...

It is not often that I treat myself to a stroll into Stewart's great shop. Mortal woman cannot behold such perfection _too_ often and live. It is like a view of the vast ocean,...

Follow out their two histories. See the Chesterfieldian favorite sent to college; contracting long livery-stable, hotel, and tailors' bills, with a perfect reliance upon his dip...

It is a mistake to suppose, you who are so greedy of a child's love, that it is more attached to that person who indulges its every whim, than to the one who can firmly pronounc...

Oh, the unutterable dreariness of an hotel parlor at two o'clock in the morning, as you sleepily tumble down stairs at the call of the inexorable "waitah" to take the midnight t...