Virginia Argus. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1796-1816, 1811-04-22

| was, last year, witness, and which
proves that there is still in our country
spot which might be called, as Spar.
ia once was, the sanctuary of old age.
and where grey-nairs enjoy all the res
Pect, all the Difference, all the attenti-
on or which virtuous youta is capable,
and which can gild the serene evening
OF tranquil life. As it is rather long,
reserve it for subsequent number.
and conclude this with an extract from
another letter in my collection. sim
cerly pity the mother from whose pen
1T came and leave the daughter to
her own reflections.
You know, Mr.. SENSITIVE. whit
sort OF a plain woman I always was.
For forty years, have lived with peo-
Pile very much like myself. Domestic
cares, parental duties, occasional read
ing and walking, and, now and then. =
friendly tea-party, used to employ NV
moments. did not imagine that I
should be compelled to alter, in nv old
age, my favoritc mode of life. Yet. If
is the case. Just before the marriage
OF our only surviving child, our daugh-
ter Emily, my husband and myself.
who, always doated on her, consented
to part with all our property in behalf
OF Heartless, our future son in law.
who at the same time that he enthusi-
astically declared our Emily charm
ing, accomplished, adorable creature.
took care to hint at prudential arrange
ments, that IS, at the necessity of a
large portion. Every thing was adj
Justed, as we thought, for the best.
Heartless and Emily were married and
we went TO live with them. I do not
know that my poor husband ever re-
Pented his paternal generosity, but
since his death, have been made We.
ry unhappy by that very daughter, for
whom | stripped myself of every thing
could call my own. Heartless died
soon after my husband, so that Emily.
Young, and handsome widow, is eter-
nally beset with CAV and brilliant COM
Pany L am not the better pleased fo,
that, and how could be so! am No
iongsr, my ON mistress -. am not
aIloWS.efo receive the visits of my good
Old ftaSs. The other day, Mrs. Sur
docsaed 70 see me. Oh! Mama. cred
Enhllx,-sehd her word that you arc en-
gagged. She will weary us to death
with the sad catalogue of her inhrmi
ties: and then, you know, it is such
! Oocyer alton, whenever she is here.
Another time, hearing the reverend
Mr.. Eusebio announced, She ran nm
stairs, enchanting that she could not
bear the shit of those grave gentle
men OF the cassock. When she Sees
me reading the Bible, or some other re.
hgious book, she recommends the byef-
ty little no0el. lately published. Last
winter the players acted in our town
Tor week or ten days. Well whe.
Their would or not, | was obliged to
make almost every evening, one of the
party at the theatre and now. at
night, when would be glad to retire
to my apartment, because I always
hated late hours, am dragooned into a
game at love, or whist, for, there is n
partner uanted. In short, experience
alh'uSand prosecutions, where | oueh-
to lind happiness and repose. My old
fashioned dresses, are so MANY sub
Jects OF witty, or rather, malignant re
marks. When tell Emily that my
thoughts are better employ ed about
death, than about such frivolities, she
laughs and maintains that female Ell
quette now requires woman to grow
old, and even to die fashionably. / re-
ally believe that she will soon prescribe
to me the use of rouge. %
Poor Mrs. Motherly And have,
hen, wit and fashion annihiIated SEN
timent
FOR FHE5NATIoNAL INTELLIcENcER.
NECESSITY