Woman has fallen from her high estate, and is now used 'to point a moral, and adorn a tale.' Formerly she was the angel, possessor of all virtues: now, under the process of education, she is subject to lectures, scoldings, and mild sarcasms. Here is Mr Oscar Wilde, in his book of fairy tales, just published, administering the latter in his first story—'The Happy Prince.'A beautiful girl came out on the balcony with her lover. "How wonderful the stars are," he said to her, "and how wonderful is the power of love!" "I hope my dress will be ready in time for the State ball," she answered; "I have ordered passion-flowers to be embroidered on it; but the seamstresses are so lazy.'" Well, the lover's observations are not strikingly original, and possibly the beautiful girl had heard the remarks before, and considered that as the lover was not an astronomer, and not likely to communicate any startling intelligence, he might confine his attentions to sparkling beings nearer hand. And what more interesting to a lover who is not yet a husband than that the fair one is to appear more dazzling in a ball dress, trimmed with passion-flowers—as pretty and delicate an allusion, if not so exalted, as the stars. If the Prince had been as sensible as princes in fairy tales ought to be he would have entered heartily into the discussion of the mundane subject.