The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1852-03-15

plagued than | have been. bn, :, !, |
swallows OF summer will soon d;sannaar -
winter; not one OF those old bachelors shoii |
enter my threshold when l am married."
frnee Henry never left his dissolute comnan.
ions with more satisfaction than leave 80.
for you have Bardolphs, Pins, and many
Poins among you. Indeed, | NAV say win
that royal pentent.-
PRESUME not that am the thing was;
For you all must know, SO shall the world perceive
That have turned away my former self;
So will those that keep me company"
You tell me all nations are struggling hard
for liberty, and that should retain mine but
| say again, thai am struggling to lose my
liberty, for have found it to be the most gall
ling servitude! you tell me "the cap of liberty
is the only coronei;" but tell you again, have
not found it "a golden diadem.'' The cap of
liberty has imprisoned me too lorg,-coDfned
me among you in moral Basile Icarcei a ed,
cramped checked worse than Sterne's starting
in the cage, 81 can't get out! can't get out"
But shall get out OF your clutches, fellow
wanderers what are the fruits Of this lib rty?
An aching head, sunken eye, haggard over
hanging eyebrows, leverish pulse, and pale
cheeks, are some of the GLORIOUS advantages
ofa bachelors liberty. Delnsive baube! whole
nations have been de t-oyed by thy syren voice!
no wonder individuals should listen to your
docoying Establishments. | am glad have
SCREWED up my courage to the sticking point"
and resolved at all hazards, TO get marred. |
will be Benedict; let thorns come if they will,
"that is part of wife's dowry," as Shaks-
peare has it. | could even then laugh at my
quondam companions, for their ears are longer
than those OF Bottom in the play.
Take single figure from yoDder group of
miserable old bachelors; see the niggard crea-
,u,e infuse his tea, counting every leaf lest he
should make II too strong for his shattered
nerves; but all the sugar of the West Indies
will not sweeten the cup socially: it wants
the fair hand of woman to mix it, and her bright
eye TO beam upon our souls when we drink it.
Her smile enhances every meal, her soft voice
sweetens every draught but the cold. phleg-
matte bachelor, the lonely, stingy, snarling,
dwelling, revelling, wandering bachelor lives
without aim, and dies unregretted. He cannot
sweeten the social meal, cherish the droop-
ing heart or he soothed with children's inno-
cent prattle. For he is "full of noise and fury,
signifying nothing"
lmay mention here, that, since my "De-
fence of Widows" in the Albion of the 25tn of
October last, have been favored with several
communications from that class Of fair readers;
and take this opportunity of acknowledging
their kindness. One lady sent me Christmas
cake; another thanked me, and said, "that one
who so arden,ly defended the widows would
be able TO protect our orphans,"-but "upon
this hint spake, not; third invited me to her
house, where l was introduced to half a dozen
more lively, lovely, interesting Widows crea-
lures whose smiles would chase away the
gloom of care flom the brow of the most ascetc
| anchorte; and fourth sent me some very nice
cheese from Somersetshire. Bless their little
hearts! Yet, this very defence reused the anger
of a fair correspondent, Maria, whose neat and
pithy defence of the old sisterhood did her
much credit. If this meets her pretty eye,
hope she will again trace the fair pnner with
her fairer hand.
And now, hoary- headed bachelors-ye hoard
Of jocund trifers-ye insufferable band of self
| deceiving, procras,inatng sophists, who must
not aspire even to the withered hand Of an old
maid, nor approach the presence Of buxom
| widow, much less pretend to q blooming mat
| den-your cases are desperate. and must be
| given over to special commission of the Ia
dies, by whom you will individually be found
| guilty of every count in the Indictment
As for me, I have found, that"it is not good for
man to be Alone" and have resolved to marry;
to have my own domicil, ling my own bell,
| command my own servant; and thus escape the
neglects of lodgings and the inc onveniences OF
| q boarding-house. Farewell.
| Farewell the noisy song, the midnight bell,
| The ear piercing rattle of the nightly watch,
| Farewell the bachelors noisy hall
''The pomp and circumstance OF glorious" celibacy
! The ills and miseries of bachelors life-Farewe
| For now my occupations gone!