American telegraph. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1851-1851, 1851-07-01
WASHINGTON: TUESDAY AFTERNOON, JULY l. 1851.

al The THIEF.--Some call the thief lam fell
low; and yet this poor wretch hardly ever has
a sound nights rest. He spends the hours of
general repose in prowling about the streets,
or breaking into the houses of other people
and does so at the risk of his life. lie bears all
kinds of hardships, faces every sort of weather,
and is continually in danger of being seized by
the police, or shot by the squire whose property
he is attempting to purloin. Reader, how
should you like to be apprenticed TO thief or
to have your son brought up to that slayish
trade 7 Call the robber and house breaker any
thing you like, but never say that he is lazy.
Why, those gentlemen swindlers, the swell mob,
have, after all, no sineoures. They are always
on the alert and must perpetually have their
wits about them-trst to steal, and then to-
elude detection; and, worse than ALL to carry
III their ihmost souls the conviction that they
bare self-made villains wretches unworthy of
! society; .miscreants who walk abroad only to
do mischief who seldom sleep without having
Stop thief r. ringing in their ears, and dream
all night of the treadmill and the penal colo
MES. The dishonest scoundrel feels that he
has not a friend in the universe, nor a rag, nor
q penny to call his own. His whole dress, from
bis hat TO his shoes, from his paetot to his
shirt, was stolen; every morse he eats, and
every penny he spends, were obtained dishon-
orably. His companions are villains; all hon
est, honorable people shun his society; God
looks down upon him with a frown, and demons
long to be his tormentors. Never call this man
idle; he works harder than any day y-laborer,
and has always to carry in his conscience a
load OF infamy heavier to bear than the largest
weight ever saddled on the back of any over
burdened donkey or pack f4s Il
PRETTY HANDs.-Solne matter of fact genius
raps the knuckles of pretty hands very roughly
just hear him s si .#3 L4 .ealag
3" Delicate, beautiful hands Dear Miss, how
do you contrive to make your hands so pretty !?
And such rings, too, rs if to draw attention that
way. Let US feel them. Oh dear! how soft
and tender. ~ -
DO you bake, Miss ?" .a
"Do you make beds ?"
ia"No." -sa.aa a aa.a. o
"Do you wash floors and scrub the pots and
kettles?" @ a
"No."
80 we thought. Look ut your mother
hands. Amt you ashamed to let that old lady
kill herself outright, while you do nothing from
daylight to dark but keep the dust from your
face and the flies from your hands What are
you good for? Will a man of common sense
marry you for your delicate hands, A person
who is real man would prefer to see them
backened occasionally by coming in contact
with pot-hooks and trammels, and caloused by
a day or two's rubbing at the washbourd Pretty
fingers, indeed what are they for but to move
over the piano, or to stick through gold rings
Like many of the vain things of the earth, they
are kept to show and nothing more. For our
part we would rather see them out in actual
service, and as tough as coquette's conscience
than SO tender that fys foot will make al
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