Man may turn his back upon Revelation, and feed upon the dry husks of infidelity, if he will; but sure I am, that _woman_ can not do without her Saviour. In her happiest estate, she has sorrows that can only be intrusted to an Almighty ear; responsibilities that no human aid can give her strength to meet. But what if earthly love be poisoned at the fountain?--what if her feeble shoulders bend unsupported under the weight of her daily cross?--what if her life-sky be black with gathering gloom?--what if her foes be they of her own household?--what if treachery sit down at her hearth-stone, and calumny await her without, with extended finger? What then--if no Saviour’s arms be outstretched to enfold her? What if it be “absurd” (as some tell her) that the God who governs the universe should stoop to interest himself in her petty concerns? What if the Bible to which she flies be “a dead letter?” and “Come unto me all ye who are weary and heavy laden”--only “a metaphor?” What earthly accents can fall upon her ear as sweet as these--“A bruised reed will I not break?” Woman may be “weak;” but blessed be the weakness which leads her to lean on that Almighty arm, which man in his pride rejects; listening rather in his extremity, to the demon whisper--“Curse God and die.” Woman may be “weak;” you may confuse her with your sophistries, deafen her with your arguments, and standing before her in your false strength, exclaim like the unbelievers of old--“Away with him!” and still her yearning soul cries out, with a voice no subtlety of yours can satisfy or stifle--“_My_ Lord and _my_ God!” TO LITERARY ASPIRANTS. My heart aches at the letters I am daily receiving from persons who wish to support themselves by their pens; many of these letters, mis-spelt and ungrammatical, show their writers to be totally unfit for the vocation they have chosen; and yet, alas! their necessities are for that reason none the less pressing. Others, unexceptionable in these respects, see no preliminary steps to be taken between avowing this their determination, and at once securing the remuneration accorded to long-practiced writers, who, by patient toil and waiting, have secured a remunerative name. They see a short article in print, by some writer; it reads easy--they doubt not it was written easily; this may or may not be the case; if so--what enabled the writer to produce it in so short a space of time? Long habit of patient, trained thinking, which the beginner has yet to acquire.