Glasgow weekly times. (Glasgow, Mo.) 1848-1861, 1848-12-14
GLASGOW, M1ssoURH, THURSDAY, DECEMBER "a, 1s4s
CELIDACY AND BURROWS" You heard

hermit. "And what is that sir" we asked2
The hermit, shaking his head and groanng
cried" Buttons~ "Buttonsl" said we.--
The hermit drew himself closer TO the Ia.
bic, and spreading his arms upon it, leaned
forward with the serious air of man pre-
pared to discuss grave thing. Buttons"
he replied. Then clearing his throat, he
began: In the course of your long, and
hope well spent life, has it never come with
thunderbolt conviction upon you, that all
washer women, cear.starchers, getters up
of fine linen, or whatever name Ewes
daughters-for as Eve brought upon us the
stern necessity of shirt, tits but just that
her girls should wash thunder whatever
name they cleanse and beautify flax and
cotton, they are all under some compact,
implied or solmenly entered upon among
themselves and their non washing, non.
standing, non getting up ssterhood, that
by means subtle, and almost morally GER
tain, they shall worry or drive all bachelors
or widowers soever into the pound of ir-
remediable wedlock?
al Has this tremendous truth never struck
you!" How-by what meansl" we asked
Simply, by buttons" answered the her.
met, bringing down his clenched fist upon
the table. 81 will take man who, in his
outstart in life, sets his hat acock at matri.
mony-a man who defes Hymen and all
his wicked wiles. Nevertheless, sir, the
man must wear a shirt--the man must have
a washer-woman. Think you that that
shirt, returning from the tub, never wants
one-two--three buttons? Always, sir,
always. Sir, although lam now an ancho-
rite, | have lived in your busting world,
and seen, aye, quite as much as any one, of
its manifold wickedness. Well, the man.
the buttonless man--at first calmly remon-
strates with his laundress. He pathetical.
y wrings his wrist at her, and she promi-
ses amendment. The thing shall never
happen again. The week revolves. Think
you the next shirt has its just and lawful
number of buttons? Not bit"
Starting at the word, we looked, we fear
reproachfulIy, in the hermit's face. "Par-
don me let it be as if it had never been
said," cried the anchorte, deeper tint
dawning in his face, and his eye looking
suddenly moist. Pardon me: but the
heart has strange chords-even buttons
may sometimes shatter them" We bowed
and begged the hermit to proceed. "Well
sir" said our host, after an effort, "week
after week the poor man wrangles with
his washer woman; from the gentleman Of
even maidenly complaint, the remonstrance
rises to hurricane of abuse, and still the
washer>woman, as it would seem, is bound
by oath to her unmarried sisterhood to
bring home no shirt complete in its but.
tons. Mantle fercest of his kind--can.
not always rage. He becomes tired
ashamed of clamor. He signs, and bears
his buttonless fate. His thoughts take 6
new turn. In his melancholy, his heart
opens--he is oftened--subdued; and in
this hour of weakness demon voice wits
pers TO him, Fond, foolish, man, why trus
thy buttons to an alienl Take wife; have
woman of thine own who shall care fol-
thy buttons' The tempter is strong
The man smiles distrustfully; but still he
smiles.
THAT very night, it so happens, he goes
to house. warming. He is partner a
cards with Miss Kitty. She never die
look so attractive. And then her voice
'twould coax a nail out of heart of oak
The man thinks of his buttons; and be
fore he leaves the house, Kitty has beef
brought TO confess that she dos'nt know
what she may do--she may marry and sh,
may not" "Is it possb!e?" we cried will
laugh. I" Sir" said the hermet, "'tis no
a thing to idly laugh at. Take fifty match
es, and, be assured of it, if you sift 'en
well, out of forty at least you will fin
buttons, in some shape, at the bottom o
EN-" at may be-" said we. at u.s." sal
the hermit with emotion. "Asses are le
by their noses; men by their buttons."I
Illuminated Mag.
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