Fremont weekly freeman. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1850-1853, 1850-11-16

Then he has explained
EThat Is nv secret.


That is my secret
'Ah! but if he changes"
4 never dream of such thing. I shoult
love him still, because l could not help it,
Don't make fool of yourself, Garry.
fear you are going to make silly bushes
of it. He has no position
He will make one; he is so clever
Bah! all the world is clever nowadays
But he is affectionate. pure and noble mind
ed'
"Why, child, you are talking of thing which
never existed. You are in the clouds"
I am happy, though, and am satisfied t.
believe, and love, and hope on
Poor silly Garry.
Supper was announced and the converse
ton was interrupted kept near to the pail
of charming girls, and took care to make my
self agreeable Being Benedict, was sus
pected by neither. was no "match," so the
majestic f1irt could be at her ease with me-
found her clever, almost too clever, at repair
tee; brilliant in conversation; and full of sa-
tire and wit She astonished, but did moi
warm you I found the charming Caroline
by far the more pleasing of the two-a woman
whom one could live and be happy with
Julia's beauty dazzled and attracted the
most until you felt touch of the thorns,
which made you feel danger and shun it
The young gentleman, her favored admirer,
futtered about her for time, but shortly dis
appeared to give place to another, like him to
disappear and vanish into domestieity else
where.
Poor Julia! I watched her grow old. I
saw her beauty becoming more stately and
rigid, her wit becoming more savage, her
temper more soured. Lovers fell away, and
she ceased to be the observed of all observers.
She was no longer the charming, fascinating
Julia: she was the wit of party still, but
had ceased to be its belle. Pretty nothings
were no longer poured into her ears; polite
attentions ceased to be lavished on her; other
and younger beauties were asked to sing; and
she sat apart, lone woman. -.
Alas, the Flrt leads an unhappy life, and
makes sorry ending. She has stifed her
heart-longings, and sealed up the fountains
of her nature from which the truse happiness
flows If she looks back, it is upon triumphs
which have left only regrets behind. She has
drawn forth the feelings of others, but not
to avail herself of them. Like butterfly she
has flown from flower to flower and slipped
the sweets, but gathered no honey, for the
evening, of her life; and when her brief beau
ty has fled, she leaves the world neither bet
ter nor happier than she found it. Sometimes
the f1irt marries, and then, instead of one per-
son. two are made miserable. She becomes
fade and desperate, accepts huriedly, and is
married. She seeks an establishment per-
haps; the husband discovers that the snowy
woman he has selected for his wife has small
store of affection reserved for him. His ad-
miration ceases; but the firt cannot exist
without it, and she seeks for it elsewhere
The quiet duties of home are neglected and
the curtain drops over scenes of domestic un-
happiness, if not worse.
There are male firts, too, in numbers
men who have grown grey in heartless trifing
with the tenderest feelings of the other sex.
SPoilt puppies at an early age, they grow up
with an increasing appetite for admiration,
which at length becomes the end and aim of
their existence Of all the abortions of men,
we have no hesitation in pronouncing as the
most miserable of all, the exhausted, padded,
bewigged, and Whisker-dyed Male Flirt