WHAT a misfortune it is to be born a woman! In vain, dear Leonora, would you reconcile me to my doom. demned to incessant hypocrisy, or ever- lasting misery, woman is the slave or the outcast of society. Confidence in our fellow creatures, or in ourselves, alike for- bidden us, to what purpose have we un- derstandings, which we may not use? hearts, which we may not trust? To our unhappy sex genius and sensibility