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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 18, Issue 1188, 4 December 1871, Page 2

Comfort for Whales. —A poet, believed to be American, thus apostrophises the whole order of eetacea : " Ho! whales, that sail the deep, repine not at your fate ; Your flesh illuminates the world, your bones make women great." August 7. —Walked along the streets and moralised over the women I met. Watch them, and one can tell their history. If a woman walk slowly, she walks for admiration; if quickly, she does not think of it, or has her mind occupied. Notice again in what windowshe looks. Is she literate, she stops before the book stores or picture shops. Some linger over jewellery ; they are vain. Others, again, gaze through the windows of dry goods stores. Follow the direction of their eyes, and you can then judge of their taste. Does she con over little caps, or bonnets, or toys, or turn around to look at children, depend upon it she is a mother. The greatest test, however, is at the library ; see what books she reads or takes away, and then yon can generally judge—not always, for women carry hypocrisy even to the privacy of their boudoir. —Leaves from aJLady's Diary.