VI. BODILY RELIGION: A SERMON ON GOOD HEALTH 142 VII. HOW SHALL WE ENTERTAIN OUR COMPANY? 166 VIII. HOW SHALL WE BE AMUSED? 187 IX. DRESS, OR WHO MAKES THE FASHIONS 205 X. WHAT ARE THE SOURCES OF BEAUTY IN DRESS 235 XI. THE CATHEDRAL 259 XII. THE NEW YEAR 278 XIII. THE NOBLE ARMY OF MARTYRS 297 THE CHIMNEY-CORNER. I. WHAT WILL YOU DO WITH HER? OR, THE WOMAN QUESTION. "Well, what will you do with her?" said I to my wife. My wife had just come down from an interview with a pale, faded-looking young woman in rusty black attire, who had called upon me on the very common supposition that I was an editor of the "Atlantic Monthly." By the by, this is a mistake that brings me, Christopher Crowfield, many letters that do not belong to me, and which might with equal pertinency be addressed, "To the Man in the Moon." Yet these letters often make my heart ache,--they speak so of people who strive and sorrow and want help; and it is hard to be called on in plaintive tones for help which you know it is perfectly impossible for you to give. For instance, you get a letter in a delicate hand, setting forth the old distress,--she is poor, and she has looking to her for support those that are poorer and more helpless than herself: she has tried sewing, but can make little at it; tried teaching, but cannot now get a school,--all places being filled, and more than filled; at last has tried literature, and written some little things, of which she sends you a modest specimen, and wants your opinion whether she can gain her living by writing. You run over the articles, and perceive at a glance that there is no kind of hope or use in her trying to do anything at literature; and then you ask yourself, mentally, "What is to be done with her? What can she do?" Such was the application that had come to me this morning,--only, instead of by note, it came, as I have said, in the person of the applicant, a thin, delicate, consumptive-looking being, wearing that rusty mourning which speaks sadly at once of heart-bereavement and material poverty. My usual course is to turn such cases over to Mrs. Crowfield; and it is to be confessed that this worthy woman spends a large portion of her time, and wears out an extraordinary amount of shoe-leather, in performing the duties of a self-constituted intelligence-office. Talk of giving money to the poor! what is that, compared to giving sympathy, thought, time, taking their burdens upon you, sharing their perplexities? They who are able to buy off every application at the door of their heart with a five or ten dollar bill are those who free themselves at least expense.