It is important, of course, that mothers of all kinds, human or animal, should be cheerful, and above all healthy, able to feed their babies themselves and feed them well. But as the brain in a human being is above the stomach, so the intellect in a mother is above the mere maternal affection inspired by babyhood. The great mothers are those who, when they cease feeding the child's body, can begin to feed the child's brain. The great men are great, and they were lucky, because they had mothers who did not cease to feed them when they were weaned, but kept on feeding them mentally into their manhood. ---- The woman with a big brain is the best IN EVERY WAY. She is better before she is married, for she attracts the man of intelligence, and establishes a family of intelligent beings. She is better as a young wife, because the ambition and intelligence in her call out the ambition and intelligence in her husband. Hers is the happy home that needs no divorce lawyer. Pink cheeks, small feet, squeezed waists, curly hair and such things disappear or get tiresome. And all pink cheeks are very much alike, as Dr. Johnson said of the green fields. But intelligence never gets tiresome; no two brains are ever at all alike if well developed. A woman of intelligence always develops new qualities; she can never be monotonous. There is no such thing as too much education, although educating us primitive men and women is apt to develop unexpected littleness. and thus create prejudice. ---- Note this important fact: The bigger the brain, the bigger the heart, not only physically, but sentimentally and morally. It takes brain to feel real emotion; a well-developed mind to develop real sentiment, real affection. A foolish, ignorant young woman may be pleasant enough to look at, but she is like a white, pink-eyed rabbit--ornamental, but a poor companion. RESPECTABLE WOMEN WHO LISTEN TO "FAUST" You know what happens in Gounod's great opera, "Faust," which is based on Goethe's work. An old man--his name is Faust--yearns for youth. He gets the youth, makes the devil's acquaintance, sells his soul to the devil for the devil's help. In the opera the devil is politely called Mephistopheles. Everybody is beautifully dressed, from the devil and Faust, the peasant girls and the ballet dancers, to the old grandmothers, with their diamonds and pearls, in the boxes. If you want to study human nature, you ought to look at the respectable old and young women at the opera while "Faust" is sung. The centre of the whole thing is a young woman named Marguerite. When the curtain goes up she has the best of intentions, the best character, the prettiest of faces, and two long, yellow braids down her back. She is dressed very prettily indeed, and in the opera house she has a high-sounding name, like Melba, Nordica, Calve or Patti. Every night that "Faust" is sung this young woman goes to the bad.