The Kalida venture. [volume] (Kalida, Ohio) 1841-1865, 1848-09-05
WHOLE NO. s9I.r
CELIBAcY AND Blu TToN s.

You heard US ialking, aye Sif, 'tic oiu
story--grievances sir, twixt man and wom-
an" said the hermit.
"And what is that sir?' we asked.
The hermit, shaking his head and groan-
ing, cried, Buttons." The hermit him
self drew closer TO The table. and spreading
his arms upon il, leaned forward with the
serious air OF man prepared to discuss
grave thing. Buttons" he replied
Then, clearing his throat, he began: " In the
course Of your lorg, and as hope, we'll
spent life, has it never come with thunder
bolt conviction upon you that all washer
women, clearslarchers, getteJs up OF fine
linen, or whatever name, Ewes daughter,-.
for as Eve brought upon us the stern neces-
sity Of shirt, it is but just that her girls
should wash ii,--under whatever name they
cleanse and purify AK and cotton, that they
are all under some compact, implied or SOL
emny entered upon amongst themselves and
their washing, nou-sianding, non-slltIng
up sslerhood, that by meahs subtle, and al
most morally certain, they shall worry, or
drive all bachelors aud widowers soeVer in
to the pound of irredeemable wedlock?-
Has this tremendous ruth, sir, never struck
you?" tt akA4
"How-by what means?" we asked,
" Simply, by buttons" answered the her
nit, bringing down his clenched fists upon
the table. We knew it, yet we looked in
creduous "See here" said the hermit,
leaning still further across the table," will
take man, who, on his outslart in life sets
his heart acock at mairmony-a man who
defies Hymen, and all his wicked wles.-
Nevertheless, sir, the man must wear shirt;
the man must have washer-women. Think
you that shirt, returning from the tub, never
wants 0ne-,wo--three bnttons2 Always,
sir, always, sir, though am now an anchor
ile, have lived in your bustling world, and
seen, ay, quite as much as any one, OF its
manifold wickedness. Well, the man-lhe
buitonless man-at first calmly demonstrates
with his laundress. He pathetically wrings
his wrist at her, and collar band, and she
promises amendment. The thing shall new
er happen again. The week 'revolvcs.--
Think YOU the next shirt has its Just and
lawful number of but,ons! No, a bit"
Starting at the word, we looked, we fear
reproachEully in the hennit's face. "Pardon
me; lei it be as it had never been said,"
cried the anchorie--a deeper tint dawniug
in his face, and his eye looked suddenly
moist" Pardon me, but the heart has
strange cords, even buttons may sometimes
shatter them" - =. =.
We bowed,a and begged thebesmit Nptcs
ceed.. ~
swell, sir" said our host, after,ans effort,
I. week after week the poor man wanglesl
with his washer-wrmen, from the very gen.
tleness of maideny complaint, the remou-
sirance rises to hurricane of abuse and
still the washer-woman, as it would seem,
is bound by oath 10 her unmarried sisierbood
to uriug home no shirt compIetesin lis but
tons, Man--lhe iercest of his kind--can-
not always rage. He becomes tircd'
ashamed of clamor, He signs, and bears
his butlonless fate. HIS thoughts take a,
new turn. In his melancholy his heart
opens; he is soiiened, subdued; and in this
hour of weakness-a demon ,voice-whs-
pers to him, 'Fond. foolish man! why trust
Thy buttons to an alien? Why helplessly
depend upon the needle and thread Of one
who loves not thee, but thy shillng2 Take
wife: have woman of thine own, who
shall care for thy buttons! The tcmpteris
strong. The man smiles distrustfilly, but
still he smiles. That very night-it SO hap
pens-he goes to house-warming. He is
partner at cards with Miss Kitty. She new
er did look so attractive. And then her
voice-'twouid coax nail out Of hear, of
oak The man thinks of his buttons: and
eiore he leaves the house, Kitty has been
brought TO confess that she doesn't know
what she may do-she may possibly marry,
and she may not" o s,, IN
els it possible?" We cried, with laugh.
"Sir," said the hermit, "'ls not thing
to be idly lau ned at. Take fifty matches,
and be assured of it. il you sifl 'em well,
out of forty, at least, you'll find buttons in
some shape at the bottom Of 'em"
{" 1t may be- said we. 4 ia
I" 1t is," cried the hermit, with emoto ol.--
"Asses are led by their noses; men by their
buttons" Illuminated Magazine.
1t is we'll established and most Import
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