ance
has any sacrament of being holy, with one half of it missing!

The old idea of womanly modesty consisted of blushing with shame and
embarrassment if by chance her ankles became exposed to the interested
and curious gaze of a male. Notwithstanding this ideal of modesty, the
designing and beguiling female managed to arrange just such a
contretemps every time there was an eligible male within sight; if
discovered, she either assumed a look of infantile innocence, or she
took the opportunity to coax a becoming blush.

To be sure, this does not accurately describe all women of "the good
old days." There was the other type.

Nature manifests in extremes. There was the type, fitting ancestors to
those women of to-day who are outraged and shocked at the present-day
fashions, which actually disclose the fact that women are
anatomatically endowed with legs and hips, quite in defiance of man's
inherited predilection for making this discovery under conditions that
would pamper to his satiating sex-appetite. They, poor creatures, were
dreadfully ashamed of being women, and they did all that was possible
to conceal the fact. They, doubtless, would gladly have amputated
their legs, if the ministers had so decreed, and they apologized to
the world every time an unforseen circumstance uncovered a portion of
these offensive legs. In fact, they denied the existence of "said
members," and alluded to them tentatively and with modest hesitation,
as "limbs."

"But," some will exclaim, "we cannot see any possible connection
between a regenerated race, and a fashion which permits the display of
the female figure upon the public streets, where men who are as yet
un-regenerated, and licentious, may leer and pass vile remarks, and
suggest lustful thoughts."

Few can see any connection between our so-called practical, everyday
life, and the spiritual life. They look upon the spiritual life as
something remote; something in the dim and ever and ever distant
future. The spiritual life is supposed to be so negative that we
postpone living it, as long as we possibly can; and whereas the human
family has prayed and prayed, for Lo! these many ages: "Thy kingdom
come upon earth," they apparently have not had the slightest idea that
God would take them at their word.

They are like the old darky who called upon "de Lawd to strike him
dead if he was not telling the truth," when as a matter of fact he was
lying roundly. At that moment a bricklay