Semi-weekly Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, South-Carolina) 1851-1852, 1851-07-22
WHO Is THE TRUE LADY.

AN INTERESTING AND INSTRUCTIVE sIoKf.
We once knew "young lady" who lived in
fine style. Her parlors were elegantly furnish
ed, and her dress was always of the latest
fashion, She had her piano and her teacher,
and she played Italian music charmingly. In
all the exquisite graces of life she was iautless.
She had rich vein of sentiment, too, and could
talk philosophy, or discuss standard authors, at
pleasure vi course she reads uovels-in fact,
a large portion of the day was devoted to that
interesting and instructive class ofpolite litera-
| turc. She was also somewhat industrious, for
she would occasionally work elegant embroi-
derry With au abundance of curls, that float
ed over her neck in beautiful protusion, 4 fine
form, hands white and delicate, large powers
of conversation III the usual drawing room
style, she was followed by young men of taste.
| Yet, somehow, she never married. The "beauX
huttercd around her like flies over pot OF hon
cy, bat they were careful not to get caught as
those other insects ire apt to do. Their atten-
tons were never so particular as to require
"somc friend OF the tami y" to demand what
were their intentions. This was no fault Of
the Young lady. She was within the market
as plainly rs though she had inscribed on her
forehead: "a Husband Wanted; for particu-
lars inquire within But the husband never,
to our knowledge, came; and we believe that
at this time she is a disconsolate old maid
What WAS the trouble! Step with us into
the kitchen. That fat woman, with red face,
is the servant Of the house. She does the cook
ing, the washing, the chamber work. From
early dawn until late at night, she is slave.
Vail IoIV
mother She never sees her daughters "call-
crs." If by accident she should drop into the
paror while visitors were present. she would
hasten out again, with embarrassed manner,
looking as though she had committed an Of.
fence, while her own chlis face would be diff.
fused with bul shes.
Now, take walk with u.s. In that work.
shop, do you see that hard. working mechanic {!
The wrinkles are hardening upon his face, and
the gray hairs are thinly sprinkled over his
head. He looks anxious, and as though at his
heart-strings tugged some deep sorrow and
modification. lie is the father OF our beautl-
iul "young lady," and his hard earnings for
many years have been absorbed III the eXpen-
sive luxurics that her admirable taste has era
we'd. He, too, is excluded from the society OF
his own daughter. :,
She moves in circle above her parents, and,
in short, is ashamed ofhhem. They live in the
kitchen, she is in the parlor. They drudge
she reaps the fruit. She has no pulsatlon OF
gratitude for all this; she despises them, and,
in fashionable gatherings, is amongst the first l
to curl her pretty lips at " low mechanics -
provided she can do it safely.
Is she a true lady9 No-ten thous and
times No! We object not to her accomplish
ments-to her taste in dress-to her manners.
We look upon and admire such, just as we do
n superb statue of Venus. As work of art it
is beautiful; but nevertheless, it is insensate
MARBLE having no soul, being of no use in prac-
tical life, and food for nothing but to look at.
The beauty of the mind is the true beauty
and the atfectionato daughter, who nestles her
self lovingly into the hearts OF her parents
who makes her mother companion and conf