The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1853-09-21

cry mood 'that this abomna able prejudice
has taken such fast hold of the minds of all
women. You, mother, of all others, to
talk thus of the few and stlnted callings
opened to women, to make this one, which
is more important and indispensable than
all the others, and upon which more OF the
happiness. health, comfort and prosperity
Of household depends, disreputable,
seems to me the height Of inconsistency
Halt the married women in the State are
kitchen women for somebody's establish
ment, and often work more hours, and
harder and faster, sohen supported by a
husband, and for far less wages, too, than
when they were kitchen girls on their own
hook. Ii has always been wonder to
me, that women will so oppress their own
sex. A man may work at any trade he
pleases, if after his work is done, he puts
on his aristocratic coat, and behaves, and
is at heart gentleman, the world at large
large recognizes him as such. But edu-
cation, talent, beauty, grace, nor goodness
can wash the brand from the brow of the
kitchen girl
your love for Kate, my son, makes you
see these things too strongly
No mother, my love for Kate makes
me see these things truly. Love is great
sharpener to the eyesight. lfthe fashion
able and talented Charles Preston was to
desert our dear Mary. simply because
chose to marry the girl of my heart, and
Mary was made to suffer, as we both
know she would. your love, my love, for
the sufferer, would open our eyes to the
wrong, and we should condemn without
stint the baseness of the action. If Kate
and Julia Preston were equal in point Of
wealth and position, now, mother, which
would you rather have me bring home as
daughter?'
"Well,' said Mrs. Grey, composedlv.
Kate was always favorite Of mine.'
'And still you urge me to give up the
favorte, and wed wealth and position;
making the bride only Kind OF append
age TO the rest!'
Il know it seems wrong in theory; but
yet it does seem to me you had better give
up Kate
Give up my happiness and my honor
because you can'tquite brave public opin-
ion. Oh, mother, after all your teachings.
the way of the world
The door-bell rung, and the converse
ton was interrupted.
Company was announced, and Harri
son slipped out upon the street to quiet his
perturbed spirits in the moonlight.
The way Of the world he muitered as
he passed'to and fro before the elegant
mansion that now made his home. My
father makes it boast that he was once a
poor man, and has worked his way up
from poverty to wealth, by his own ener.
gy and prudence Yes, he makes it his
boast, but after all,,I think its more luck or
good fortune, or perhaps we may say, the
unexampled growth of this great country
than anything else. that has given US our
position. Little dreamed he when he bo t
his farm here, thet twenty years would in
crease lis value one hundred fold. Then
he looked up to farmer Boyd as super
ior, and was delighted when his boy play
ed hide and seek in the summer moonlight
with the Congressman's daughter. And
mother. too, how much pains she took
Bah! and now. that misfortune hath fallen
upon the household, and Kate, the gentle
Kate, strong in that purity of her own ma
ture, is doing the very things that father
and mother have all their lifelong taught
me were right and proper and praise
thy, am called upon to act the paltroon
and forsake her. Oh! it is strange how
deeply rooted is this prejudice against fe-
male labor, and particularly household Ia
bor, in the hearts of our American people.
From the haughtiest arstocrat of US all,
{ say us. for we. lovingly profess to be a
band of brothers,) who traces his proud
blood back 20 some off:shoot Of nobility
down to the ignorant BOBBY whose father
was coal HEAVIER, and who, by some sud-
den freak Of fortune, has grown to mil
ionaire. Through every branch of sooi-
ETY. TO its most minute ramifcation is this
feeling found. Vice itself, il it happens to
be fashionable, is not so obnoxious as hard
labor, to the mushroom aristo cracy of Re
publican America' Heaven save the
mark what Republicans we are. But I'll
not budge,-not |! Ill marry Kate-God
bless her-in spite Of them; and there is
another thing must do. (and dark shade
came over the brow of the young man,
must save Mary from Charles Preston, or
must save Charles Preston from his wine.
AS this thought glared through his mind,
his ear caught the sound ofa familiar laugh
through an opened door from an inner
room of fashionable saloon that he was
passing. Though not a frequenter of such
places, he stepped in and inquired for
Preston. and was ushered without ceremo-
ny into the presence of his friend.
Lounging in recess half concealed by
the heavy drapery, with his head resting
against the shoulder OF dashing belle OF
the city upon whom rumor had already
fastened dark suspicious. but whose faith
er's wealth and influence. still kept up the
top wave of gentility, was the lover of his
pure minded sister. Before them stood the
wine bottles and they only waited for their
oysters, to commence their evenings dis
sipation. Oh, fatal lures are these oyster
and ice cream saloons, with all their ele-
gance and show, too often, too often. but
the gilded doors that usher the young, un-
suspecting and thoughtess into dens Of
deeper and darker intemperance and
crime. Preston started, colored, but col
lecting himself instantly he sparng quick.