Washington telegraph., 1851-04-02

so she, poor lady! Once wife, wife
forever. She may not, cannot, would
not dare not leave him. The laws.
her children, and her high woman.y in
istinct alike forbid it, She can never lay
down her wifehood and become maid
again And even if she do separate
from him, and return once more to her
fathers house, the gay heart, the un-
speakable palpitations of maidenly de-
sires and hopes, the budding promises of
coming life, these are there no longer; the
butterfly is freed, but it's wings are torn
and unfeathered-it can fly no more
| Hence, there is 10 one thing more lovely
| in this life, more full of the divinest cour-
age, than when young maiden, young
maiden from her past life, from her happy
childhood, when she rambled over every
field aud moor around her home; when
mother anticipated her wants and
soothed her little cares; when brothers
and sisters grew from merry playmates TO
loving. trusting friends; from the Christ
mas gatherings and romps, the summer
festivals in bower or garden; from the
rooms sancti6ed by the deaths OF rela-
tives: from the holy and secure back
ground cf her childhood, and girlhood,
and madenhood, looks out into dark
and unilumined future. away from all
that, and yet, unterrlhed, nnGaunted,
leans her fair cheek upon her lovers
breast, and whispers. Dear heart, can
not see. but believe. The past was beau
tiful, but The future can trust-ac1th thee.
"Not quite so fast prithee, friend
testify interposes the father OF family
at our elbow.
"Are we, then. to consider termagants.
shrews and slovens as among that class
of fabulous creatures in which we place
dodoes and mermaids? Does not the
man also risk something! May he not
entertain deep-rooted. longloved ideas OF
domesticity and the exceeding comforts
of home? How. think you. does sullen
temper, an untidy nature. vixen tongue,
accord Herewith? May not children be
allowed to run about house uDgovern-
ed, uncared for; with hair uncombed and
face unwaslIed, and pinafore that has
not had recent intercourse with the laun-
dress: cannot domestic festivals, set apart
to the divinities of the washingtub, the
mangle, the baker. the scrubbing brush,
the polsh-paste the dust,pan. be pro-
longed and repeated till they become per
ennial aud intolerable domestic bores!
Is a nan's dinner always hot then? And
are there never any defalcations in his
shirt buttons? A plague on your rose
pink pictures of female herosm. A man
has the greater risk. say l.
The father of a family is man OF long
matrimonial experience. and would not
lightly quarrel with him. Certainly
man takes his share of the risk. The
change from bachelorship to married life
is great. 1t is indeed death. Well may
he hesitate en- the threshold, and consid-
er the past in reference to the future
Glorious freedom of single bessedness.
how can one relinquish thee. TO live IN
lodgings exactly as you like; having a
landlady submissive slave to You.
bound rhral by invincible cash, to rise
when you like, eat what you like, do
what you like, 10 have those pleasing
bachelor reunions, where no curtains for
bid cigars, and the voice may obey the
generous promptings of the wine. unre-
strained by the thoughts of a sleeping
beauty up stairs; when you can go to the
Derby, or vile away an evening at the
opera, like the gods themselves, with
none to question you; when your income
is your own. and you spend it as you
choose, and the millners and dressma-
kers create no palpitation in your heart.
Certes, to leave state like this is in
deed risk To depart from that, and
enter one knows not what, is indeed to die.
To die. said l, is to be born. What
are all selfish bachelor delights TO the
true comforts of married existence
Lonely lodgings are abandoned-a a neat
and cosy home awaits the happy man.
A fair hand pours out for him his cup of
tea, and he quietly sips his coffee under
the influence of an incarnation OF that
divine beauty that has been the living
muse of the world since the time of
Adam. He leaves the house for the
town, and fair hand adjusts his gar
men.s, and he feels sweet thrill vibrate
through him, as her little fingers touch
him, ornamenling. improving. He has
an impetus that bears him half through
the day, in the echo of kiss that plays
warmly about his lips; power that
draws him homeward in the certainty
of coming duplicate. and in the bright
eyes that will light up his frugal board.
And as 10 the opera-what IS Alboni
singing to houseless. homeless, wlieless
bachelor, to Alboni singing imprisoned
music to attuned and concordant hearts!
The loss of the noisy orgies OF bacchan-
al inebriation, whose proper region is the
tavern, is amply repaid by the prattle OF
infancy, or the serene pleasure OF an as
thetic tea. TIE odors of mignonette or
hyacinth are surely sweeter than the
/ sickly smell of stale smoke; and the ab-
| copco of onium and tobacco uD On the