A collection of lyrics, mostly on moral themes, by this apparently self-trained Indiana poet. Though rife with misspellings and grammatical lapses, these poems have a distinct charm, stemming mostly from their apparently innocent preoccupation with the ephemerality of womanly virtue. Beginning with the title poem -- a narrative meditation upon the potentially dire consequences of a young woman walking the streets alone after dark -- and continuing through such compositions as "To a Deflourer" [sic], "Weakness Is Sin," "Alas, For My Fallen Friend!," and "A Social Law Exposed," the repeated theme (indeed, to the point of obsession) is the fragility of woman's honor.