But that self-rebuke of one's own spirit from which we may not fly that remorseful and ever-vexing presence which haunts us, and pursues with a wing even more fleet than that of fear which tells clamorously of what we had, and scornfully of what we have lost lost for ever! that is the demon from whom there is no escape, and beyond whom there is no torture.

When housekeeping becomes an intolerable care there is sin somewhere and danger everywhere. I feel that in writing a chapter upon ways and means I may seem to many readers to be going over an oft-traversed road. Of articles and treatises on the ever-vexing subject there is no end.