Washington telegraph., 1851-07-09


o! that truth SO grand and solemn
Might awaken every soul
To the purposes of being
To the glory of its goal
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HOME AND WoMAN.-H ever :here has
been more touching and eloquent eulo-
gium upon the charms Of home and its
dearest treasure, woman, than is contain
ed in the following extract from 'he
Christian Inquirer, it has not been our
good fortune to meet It:
"Our homes-what is their corner
stone but tue virtue Of women! Aud on
what does social well being rest but on
our homes? Must we not trace all other
blessings of civilized life to the door ol
our private dwellings! Are not our
hearth stones, guarded by the holy forms
of coniugal. fIial, and parental love, the
corner stones of Church and State-more
sacred than either-more necessary than
both! Let our temples crpmble and our
academies decay-let every public edi6ce,
our halls of justice, and our capitols OF
State be levelled with the dust-but
snare our homes. Man did not invent
and he cannot improve or ahrogate them.
A private shelter TO cover In two hearts
dearer to each other than all the world;
high walls to seclude the profane eyes OF
every human being-seclusion enough
for children to feel tha: mother IS a
pecul,ar name-this is home and here
is the birth place of every virtuous I'M
pulse; of every sacred thought. Here
the Church and the State must come TOR
their origin and support. Oh, spare our
homes! The love we experience there
give US our faith III an intimate good
Mess the purity aud disinterested tender
ness of home is our foretaste and our
earnest of better world. In the rela-
tions there established and fos:ered do
we find through life the chief solace and
ioy of existence. What friends deserve
the name compared with those whom
a birthright gave us! One mother is
worth a thousand friepds-one sister
dearer and truer than twenty intimate
companions. We who have played OH
the same hearth under the light of smiles
who date back to the same season of in
nocence and hope, in whose veins runs
the same blood; do we not find that
years only make more sacred and impor-
tant the tie that bind us? Goodness may
spring up, distance may separate. differ
ent spheres may divide; but those who
can love anything, who continue to love
at ALL must find that the friends whom
God himself gave are wholly unlike any
we can choose for ourselves, and that
the yearning for these is the strong
est spark in our expiring affection"
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The PRIDE OF Dome NO WcRK.--There
are men-we blush TO call them men,
who turn up their noses at the mechanic
and humber laborer. Being literally
educated, as it is called. they look down
with sort of contempt on those who. in
cases, have contributed to their support.
"You need not despise spinning wheel." :"
said an old lady to her pompous son, one
day '.for many a night have [ worked at
it to get money to send you to school. +"
There are women. too, who will not
touch needle with their delicate hands,
who laugh at the poor and industrious
who learn trades, or work in factories,
for living. "La! how pnle6ned they
are" she says with scornful smile,
as she lounges on the sofa, reading the
last pink of novel
We once knew lady-shall we call
her a lady?-of this complexion. She
was loudly belaboring a poor. hard
working girl, calling her low and unre-
fined "Why," said she. her father was
nothing but low mechanic" eyes"
remarked woman present, "her father
was mechanic. 1 knew him well, for
he lived in the same neighborhood with
your mother aqhen she s0eat out .0ash-
tng.r' There, reader, if you had been
present, you could have seen a strange
confusion of faces. and heard vain at
tempt to utter something too quickly to
come out, 1t stuck in her throat.
When we hear men and women speak
lightly of the industrious part of the
community; We fee! just like tracing back
their genealogy. We have done so in
several instances, and you would be sur
prised at what we learned. The most
aristocrtic man of our acquaintance is
the grandson of fiddler; the proudest
woman is the daughter of washerwo-
man. 1t betrays lack of good sense to
condemn, or look with contempt on any
virtuous person, however poor he or she
may be. The wise and good respect and
love goodness wherever it is found.
Boston Investigator.
~You can't Think" says lady wri-
ting to an editor. "how much good the
deaths and marriages do mo. If you
l,,, bo,r, louo tho doothc and rporr;,