The Nevada journal., 1853-08-26
Grass Valley Correspondence.
GRASS VALLEY, Aug. %, 1858.
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"A mistake.-S Sundry reflections.
MR. EDITOR Il am plain, blunt man,
and no letter writer, but | am compelled
to nib my pen and make dash at all haz-
ards, hoping you will lay aside your scis-
sors critical, and that you will hear me
for my cause. A scene lately occurred at
the house of one of our parsons which
has been wonderfully suggestive to my
mind By way Of spiciness | will relate it tin
the present tense The parson is from
home, Mrs. Parson is in the hither part of
the house ironing. A stranger approaches
in miners costume. He calls at the near
est neighbor's door, raps and thumps lusti-
ly. No response. Hastens to the back
door-trys to push it open, then to raise
the window. Through an open window
he espies Mrs. Parson. Without ceremony
or decency he bolts in and halts not until
within a foot or two of the frighted lady,
when the following dialogue takes place:
Intruder, Earnestly Ant you Fanny {?
Mrs. Parson, Indignantly NoI am
not !
Intruder, with disgusting familiarity
Why they say she is little woman with
black eyes like you
Mrs. ParSon, (nervously brandishing the
hot iron at his face.) How dare you en-
quire for such characters in a decent
house?
Intruder, chastity seeking the dcog)
Why that int no harm.
A few words by way of explanation
Fanny, the object of his eager pursuit and
and anxious inquiry, lives in neat little
cottage on the corner. She is one of those
most unfortunate creatures who have de-
scended from the Angelic sphere of woman
to wallow in the slime pit Of uncleanness.
She is priestess of RIGHTEOUSNESS. Her
haunt is invitingly arranged. Its Win
dows are hung with crimson and white,
and the fires of lust increasingly burn on
It's unhallowed altar. Many devout devo-
tees crowd to her shrine, especially in the
evening twilight. Young men 60 there
some of whom have left pious mothers and
virtuous sisters in the States, and married
men who have left wives and children, bow
at her altar. They saw her as she sat in
the evening by her window, or on her
threshold, or as she strolled along the
street and alley, in rustling silks and gilt
tering jewels, the price of her innocence
and honor and they were led captive by
her false charms. Perhaps as the young
man halted by, gazing over his shoulder,
she went to meet him, took him by the
hand smiling in his face, and saying, '"I
have come forth to meet thee, and have
found thee. My beds are hung with CO.
verings of tapestry and fine linen, they are
perfumed with myrrh,. aloes, and cinnamon
Come let US take our fill of love until the
With much fair speech she
causeth him to yield; with the flattery of
her lips she forceth him. He goeth after
her as an OK to the slaughter, or as fool
to the CORE ii n Of the stocks. He know !
eth not that it is for his life, for her house
is the way to hell, leading down to the
chambers of death" All how many have
thus been turned from virtues path, by
this fair Delilah, and left to welter in their
own flthiness and pollution. She has
many votaries.
Now it will at once appear that the poor |
pilgrim to Fanny's shrine, made sad mis-
take. He had heard of her fame, her
beauty, her black eyes-he came to do
homage to her and enjoy the sunshine of
her sweet smiles. But there was no sign
at her door and the poor fellow instead of
bowing at her altar and receiving her
loving smile, blundered into parsons
house, and came very near getting his
Ieecherous face blistered with hot iron
Now would it not be we'll for Fanny to
put up sign for the benefit and safety of
pilgrims from distance. Those near by
are familiar with the way marks, no dan
ger of them running their faces against a
hot iron. But seriously, Mr.. Editor per-
NIT me TO speak plainly in behalf of virtue
and decency in Grass Valley. Since it ap-
pears that even the wives our ministers are
not safe from insult, it is high time some
thing be said in plain Anglo-Saxon.
There is no Disgusting the fact that the
tone of society is becoming markedly
changed of late in this place. There has
been a heavy influx of the p,ttred dregs,
the Scabs of creation, in the forms of abany
ioned females. They have been corralled
in the most public parts Of the village,
where they are pampered by those lost to
honor and void of shame. They are stab
bing virtue-trampling innocence and pu-
rity in the dust. Thry are a public nui-
stencil in the nostrils of common
1ecency. They walk our streets in all
their filth, putting decency to the blush
with a nonchalence that would surprise
the imps of pandamonium. Nor is this |
the only place of abomination in our vii |
lage. There are resorts where the upper |
tens may revel with the Sodomites without |
being compelled to herd with the lower
strata. Moreover one of our public houses
has lately been metamorphosed into a
haunt of prostitution.
Friends of virtue-what is to be done
Are we compelled to see society become
putred and corrupt without an effort to
cleanse it? Are there not friends Of purity
and deceney enough to make their inhu-
ence felt? Can law do nothing for us
Well, / am no mobocrat, and | believe in