鈥業t was amusing when Emily, Ada, and I were talking over our youth the other day. Dashing, energetic games had been the delight of my companions; and I begin to imagine that cricket, rounders, and bolstering form no bad preparation for Missionary life. Dash and energy and physical strength are very desirable. We want ladies who fear nothing, grumble at nothing, and are ready to carry the Holy War into the enemy鈥檚 camp. One of Emily鈥檚 many advantages is that she is a fearless rider. I am rather alarmed at hearing that an extremely delicate lady is coming out to us. We want hearty, strong ladies, not sickly ones. The Missionaries are too short of hands to be able to undertake much sick-nursing. If I were to require to be nursed at night鈥攚hich, thank God, I have not done鈥擨 should feel inclined to run off somewhere or other, so as not to tax the strength of my nieces.鈥? Adultery is a crime which, politically considered, derives its force and direction from two causes, namely, from the variable laws in force among mankind, and from that strongest of all attractions which draws one sex towards the other. making a notable addition to American literature. I did truly. what I am learning? 天天色综合 久久色综合 鈥楳y last dear ayah is not forgotten. I have given orders for a modest little monument of brick and mortar, to mark where Hannah sleeps. We have no stones here. I went to the cemetery with the mason, ... to give directions, and was struck by finding a tiny but touching memorial already on the spot. A very little wooden Cross, covered with paper, to facilitate the writing of an inscription. There was the date, of course in Urdu, and 鈥淣ot dead, but sleepeth鈥? and 鈥淭he Lord gave; the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the Name of the Lord.鈥?This tribute of love had been placed over his dear Mother鈥檚 grave by J., the eldest son here, a lad of about fourteen. I mean to keep to his inscription, when the humble monument is placed over Hannah鈥檚 dust. Dear woman! she was of the meek and quiet spirits who are precious to the Lord.鈥? Wrig. And what tongue, Madam, do you prefer? 鈥楳y recollections of No. 3 Portland Place and of its typically kind inmates carry me back just half a century. But they are very clear, though, I regret to add, only of a general and intangible character.