Anne was the daughter of a wealthy farmer. She had a good New England

school education, and was well bred and well taught at home in the

virtues and manners that constitute domestic social life. Her father

died a year before her marriage. He left a will dividing his property

equally between his son and daughter, giving to the son the homestead

with all its accumulated riches, and to the daughter the largest share

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personal property amounting to 6 or 7000 dollars. This little

fortune became at Anne's marriage the property of her husband. It

would seem that the property of a woman received from her father

should be her's. But the laws of a barbarous age fixed it otherwise.

Anne married John Warren, who was the youngest child, daintly bred

by his parents. He opened a dry good store in a small town in the

vicinity of B----, where he invested Annie's property. He was a farmer,

and did not think of the qualifications necessary to a successful

merchant. For five or six years he went on tolerably, living _genteelly_

and _recklessly_, expecting that every year's gain would make up the

excess of the past. When sixteen years of their married life had passed,

they were living in a single room in the crowded street of R----.

Every penny of the inheritance was gone--three children had died--three

survived; a girl of fifteen years, whom the mother was educating to be

a teacher--a boy of twelve who was living at home, and Jessy, a pale,

delicate, little struggler for life, three years old.

Mrs. W---- was much changed in these sixteen years. Her round blooming

cheek was pale and sunken, her dark chestnut hair had become thin and

gray, her bright eyes, over-tasked by use and watching, were faded,

and her whole person shrunken. Yet she had gained a great victory.

Yes, it was a precious pearl. And you will wish to know what it was.

It was a gentle submission and resignation--a patience under all her

afflictions. But learn a lesson. Take care to whom you give your hand

in marriage.