orting. If she be
educated into false notions of refinement and have "young ladies'
institutes" piled on her head till she be imbecile, you will never be able
to support her. Everything depends on whether you take for your wife a
woman or a doll-baby. Our opinion is that three-fourths the successful men
of the day owe much of their prosperity to the wife's help. The load of
life is so heavy it takes a team of two to draw it. The ship wants not only
a captain, but a first mate. Society to-day, trans-Atlantic and
cis-Atlantic, very much needs more royal marriages.

CHAPTER L.

THREE VISITS.

Yesterday was Saturday to you, but it was Sunday to me. In other words, it
was a day of rest. We cannot always be working. If you drive along in a
deep rut, and then try to turn off, you are very apt to break the shafts. A
skillful driver is careful not to get into a deep rut. You cannot always be
keeping on in the same way. We must have times of leisure and recreation.

A great deal of Christian work amounts to nothing, from the fact that it is
not prefaced and appendixed by recreation. Better take hold of a hammer and
give one strong stroke and lay it down than to be all the time so fagged
out that we cannot move the hammer.

Well, yesterday being a day of rest to me, I made three visits in New York.

The first was to the Tombs--an institution seemingly full now, a man or
woman or boy at every wicket. A great congregation of burglars, thieves,
pickpockets and murderers. For the most part, they are the clumsy villains
of society; the nimble, spry ones get out of the way, and are not caught.
There are those who are agile as well as depraved in that dark place.
Stokes, representing the aristocracy of crime; Foster, the democracy of
sin; and Rozensweig, the brute. Each cell a commentary upon the Scripture
passage, "The way of the transgressor is hard."

I was amazed to see that the youth are in the majority in that building. I
said to the turnkey: "What a pity it is that that bright fellow is in
here!" "Oh," he says, "these bright fellows keep us busy." I talked some
with the boys, and they laughed; but there was a catch in the guffaw, as
though the laughter on its way had stumbled over a groan. It was not a deep
laugh and a laugh all over, as boys generally do when they are merry. These
boys have had no chance. They have been in the school of crime all their
days, and are now only taking their degree of "M.V."--master of