New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1843-03-11

BOYS AND G1ELs.-Where are they "nae
has become of the juvenile race tna' uSeu -
the welkin rine with the frolicksome iausetei,
the free, uarestraioed sports ,he iheiiy W.,
pastines OF happy boyhood and si[lnooa 10
has be come of that beautiful race Oh a
checked healthy whoiesohie ooy'' a.u a.
-. s,,sh;ne Of girlish faces, with step as
80 s,d graceful as thar of wood nymPh,
~ = laugh sweeter than the music OF singing
hirds with sli seir natural sweetness, their unat
Eec,ed ease AID the beautiful confidence which Is
the proper heritage OF early youth?
Byron might we'll have sung in his day
"sweet is The laugh of girls"
It was well thea and now in the g green lands
of merry England, on the sunny plains OF France,
along the vine-clad hills of Germany and else
where, these /" Celestial voices may be heard,
but no; in a,atter-of-fact America. Mo- they are
not here During the Revolution it was not thus.
When children had to choose a play ground that
was secure from shells and round shot, 1t was not
thus. By Heaven. there is boJhood nor girl
hood now. There is the birth, the bebyheod,
manhood, wonanhood and death. These are the
cpochs which divide life that
C. hovers like star
,Twist night and morn,
Upon The horizons verge"
Our American boys are not well-grown boys !;
thew are homunculi, as Carlyle would say-minia-
,u,e men, dressed up en- 6ottes, with long-tailed
coats, or smart rock coats, gloves and canes, and
too often brave in cigar-smoke. Their hair, 1t IS
long and manly, their carriage most particularly
erect and to stumble against curb-stone and ron
in little clean dirt would be q calamity lhelr
faces are grave and thoughtful with the throes OF
nascent manhood; their address profoundly cal
culating and rejecting the wisdom of the nclPlent
man of the world, as if they knew sorrow, and
had taken deep, very deep glances into that won,
derful store-house of mysteries, which the Gay OF
judgement alone will clear uP-lhe human heart
The girls How many of them are allowed TO
give forth the impulses of their generous sensitive
natures They, TOO, are little women They too
often do not kiss their manly brothers, much less
are they caresscd by them. They are little wo-
men, deep in the mysteries OF the toiet' reooe"1
of cosmetics, perhaps versed in demonstrating ana
working lace; their very dolls have chad ous'e ,
and they, poor things, with forms cast In nloulo
of Gods own workmanship, whose every curve
and every development is beauty and loVehhess'
must wear bustles TOO. Hardly dc they darn the'F
bro,ber's stockings, or hem his handkerchiets, or
delight in the handy-work of making his linens
When half.grown they are serious, sober women
Tbcv dance and sing. and smile, and slmPer me
rbodicaIly They walk on Suits, they dance with
evident constraint and hy-and-by we expect they
will not dance at ell. We expect soon to see the
little beings with eyes fixed alone on their neigh
bofs' Deficiencies All how wrong to check the
buoyancy the exhilaration, the joyous outbreak of
these young creatures, whether it be in romping
or running, or dancing, and whether the dancing
be to the music of their own voices, of the piano,
of the violin, or the harp, or the tabret, or of
German band, if providentialy they might pick
ono up for love or money
This is demure, stupid, hypocritical, humbug-
ing age and we are going one Of these days to say
more about it. Savannah Republican.