The southern press. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1850-1852, 1850-07-12

From the Morning Star we extract the fol-
lowing picture Of the working world ON a
week day:
Sunday, with its bright, brief CLEAN OF the
hearts sunshine, is over; the holiday attire has
been carefully folded up aud laid aside and forth
issues the working world, appareed for the
strife of labor. Along Chatham street, and Mas
sau, moves, with quick step, an endless process
sion OF the daughters of TOLL and converging to-
wards these localities smaller detachments may be
seen hurrying from all quarters. There is a
brightness in the eyes of the girls, and faint
color in their cheeks, that you will not find there
when the long, weary week, has closed. Thoughts
OF their Sunday happiness are busy in their hearts
and they trip along as lightly, and chat as cheer
fully together, passing by in groups of twos and
threes, as if the road they were travelling led
OF close air and incessant sedentary employment,
tracks their footsteps, they see him not; and while
strength TO endure remains, are cheerful still.
How much earn they per week, think you--these
workers in clothing establishments, type founde-
RES printing Offices, hat factories, and the like
Their wages may possibly average 50 SO each
certainly not more. Board, dress, medicine in
sichness-all have TO be paid out of this scanty
pItance, and, perhaps, an aged parent or a Grip
Piled brother or sister TO be supported besides. II
now and then one of the il-paid sisterhood of Ia
Dor is tempted TO shame, shall society, that per-
mits her TO toll like slave for less than slave s
comforts, turn up its lip in scorn, and denounce
her as wantons Temptation daily assails her.
The harpics of lust, moustached aud whiskered
debauches, and SNUG gentlemen, in coats of formal
cut, whose gravity, as Sterne says, ''is an ar
rant scoundrel, lie in wait for her in her morning
and evening walks. The dolphin does not follow
a school of flying fish with more perseverance,
than vice tracks the Daughters Of Toll through
the streets of New York. The significant glance,
the msidious whisper, professions of sympathy,
oilers OF service, professions of love, attractive
presents--all the damnable artillery of seduction
is brought into the field against them; and when
they fall, men laugh and women toss their heads
in scorn-- - '.s ,. ...
For every woe tear may claim,
Except an erring sisters shame"
The wonder is not that few are fra but that
so many are virtuous-beset as these poor girls
are by temptation, and with poverty and privation
for their councillors.
But we are talking OF the working world as it
rises " like giant refreshed, " on Monday morn
ing, after days exemption from the curse of
Adam. The sun is up, and the whole city--that
is all save the drones-is in active notion The
carman in his clean white frock--the ourneyman,
with his implements of trade--the aborer, with
pick and Shovel and tin can, containing his home
ly dinnner-the stevedore in his tarred Jacket
the news-carrier, with his intellectual pack--the
merchants clerk, with the store-key in his hand
all are making their way, at double quick time, to-
wards the grand center of business. Fashion
sleeps--uxury sleeps--red eyed dissipation sleeps
in filthy cellars, and on beds Of down--but
the working world is up and doing the great
struggle Of the week has commenced All after
ALL it is more glorious privilege to labor than to
move amidst the mere pagenty of life clothed in
purple and fine linens Ea.