Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1851-07-03
From the Philadel ihia Sunday Ledger.
Who is the True Lady.
an INTERESTING AND INSTRUCTIVE STORY.

Who is the True Lady.
AN INTERESTING AND INSTRUCTIVE STORY.
We once knew young lady who
lived in fine style. Her parlors were
elegantly furnished, and her dress was
always in the latest fashion. She had
her piano and her teacher, and she play
ed Italian music charmingly. In all the
exquisite graces OF life she was faultless.
She had a rich vein of sentiment, too,
and could talk philosophy, or discuss
standard authors, at pleasure. Oh course
she reads novels--in fact, large portion
of the day was devoted to that instructive
and interesting class Of polite literature.
She was also somewhat industrious, for
she would occasionally work elegant en-
broidery. With an abundance of curls
| that Hoated over her neck in beautiful
profusion, a fine form, hands white and
delicate, large powers of conversation in
the usual drawing-room style, she was
followed by young men of taste. Yet,
somehow she never married. The beaus
tluttered around her like flies over pot
of honey, but they were careful never to
get caught as those other insects are apt
to do. Their attentions were never so
particular as to require some friend of
The family to demand what were their
intentions. This was no fault of :hc
young lady. She was within the market
us plainly as though she had inscribed
GA her forehead, "A Husband Wanted
for particulars inquire within But the
husband never, to our knowledge came
and we believe that at this time she is
disconsolate old maid.
What was the trouble? Step with US
into the kitchen. That fat woman, with
a red face is the servant OF the house.
She does the cooking, the washing, the
chamber work. From early dawnuntil
late at night. she is slave. Well that
woman is our charming young lady's
mother She never sees hei daughters
callers If by accident she should
drop into the parlor while visitors were
present, she would hasten out again, with
embarrassed manner, looking as though
she had committed an offence, while her
own childs face would be suffused with
| bushes. .-
Now take walk with US. In that
workshop, do you see that hard working
mechanic !? The wrinkles are hardening
upon his face, and the gray hairs ala
thinly sprinked over his head. He looks
anxious, and rs though at his heart
strings tugged some deep sorrow and
! modification. He is the father of our
beautiful young lady, and his hard
earnings for mahy years have been abb
sorbed in the expensive luxuries that her
admirable taste has craved. He too, is
excluded from the society Of his own
daughter.
She moves in a circle above her parents
md in short, is ashamed Of them. They
live in the kitchen, she is in the parlor.
they drudge-she t caps the fruit. She
mas no pulsation Of gratitude for all this
she despises them, and, in fashionable
gatherings. is among the first to curl her
pretty lips at low mechanics--provided
she can do it safely.
Is she true lady? No ten thousand
times No We object not TO her aeon
plishments-- to her taste in dress --lo her
manners. We look upon and admire
such, just as we do superb statue of
Venus. AS work of art it is beautiful;
but nevertheless it is insensaie marble.
having no soul, being OF no use in prac
teal life, and food for nothing but to
look at.
The beauty of the mind is the true
beauty; and the affectionate daughter,
who nestles herself lovingly into the
hearts of her parents--who makes her
mother companion and conidante--whoI
not only works with thar mother, blu:
takes the heaviest burden npon herself,
is the true lady. She may never have
struck note on the piano, yet her house
Is melodious with harmony such as an
gels sing. Her exterior may be humble.
but her interior life is clothed in tie
vestments of immortal beauty.
There are many young ladies whose
whole character is on the surface. Dress
manners, accomplishments. all are ex.
ternal. They are outsiders. When
the searching Gres Of adversely burn be-