Muscatine journal. [volume] (Bloomington, Iowa) 1849-185?, 1853-09-30

authority, or yield 10 Eer influence, BE-
'oare' Lay not up for yourselves bitter
memories for future years,
TEE TRUE LADY.
The Portland Eclectic has the follow
ing excellent article:
We once knew young lady" who
lived In style. Her parlors were ele-
gantly furnished, and her dress was al
ways of the latest fashion. She had
her piano and her teacher; and she
played Italian music charmingly; in all
the exquisite graces Of life she was
faultless. She had rich voice Of sem
siment, 100, and could talk philosophy.
could discuss standard authors, ut pleas
ure. Of course she read uovels---in
fact large portion Of the day was de-
voted TO that Interesting and ins;ruc-
tive class OF public literature. She was
also somewhat industrious, for she could
occasionally work elegant embroidery.
over her neck in beautiful profusion, q
fine form, hands white and elegant,
large powers OF conversation in the
usual drawing room style, she was fol-
lowed by the young men OF taste.
Yet, somehow, she never got married.
The beaux fiuttered around her like flies
over q pot OF honey; but they were
very careful not to be caught, as those
other insects are apt TO be- Their at.
tentions were never so particular as 10
require some friend of she family 10
demand what were their intentions ?
This was no fault OF the young lady.
She was in the market as plainly as
though she had inscribed on her fore
head, IA husband wanted; FOR particulars
inquire wistin.'' but The husband never
to our knowledge ca me and we believe
that this day, she is disconseiate old
maid. < im
what was the trouble E
Step with Us into the Kitchen. That
fat woman with the red face is the
servant Of the house. Well, that
woman is our charming young lady's
mother! She never saw her daughters
"callers." II. by accident, she should
drop into the paTlor while visitors were
present, she would hasten out again
with an embarrassed manner. looking
as though she had committed an offence
while her own child's face would be
suffused with bushes.
Now take walk with US in that
Work shop, TO see that hard-worKins
mechanic. The rinKles are hardened
upon his face, and the gray hairs are
.h'nly sprinXled over his head. He
looks anxious, and as though his heart
strings ,ugged some deep sorrow and
IN morlification.
He is the father of the beautiful
.'young lady," aud his hard earnings for
many years, have been absorbed in The
expensive luxuries that her admirable
taste has craved. He, too, is excluded
from the society of his own daughter
She moves in circle above her pa
rents, in short, is ashamed of them,
They live in the Kitchen--she in the
parlor--they drudge, she reaps the :ruit.
She has no pulsation of gratitude for all
this. She despises them, and in fash
ionable gatherings, is among the first
to curl her pretty lips at slow mechan-
ics." provided she can do il safely.
Is she true lady? No-ten thou.
sand times--no! We do not object to her
accomplishments; to her taste in dress;
to her manners we look upon and
admire such, just as we do a statue OF
Venus. As worK Of art it is beautifdl;
but nevertheless, 1t is insensate marble,
having no soul; being Of no use in prac
,icalilife, and good tor nothing but to
look at. .e
The beauty of the mind is true
beauty and the atiectionate daughter
who nesIles herself lovingly into the
hearts Of her patents who MAKES her
mother her companion and confdant
who not only WORKS with her mother,
but taxes the heaviest burden upon
herself; she is the true lady, She may
never have struck note upon fhe piano,
yet her house is melodious with harmo,
ny such as angels sing. Her exterior
may be humble, but her interior is
clothed With the yestment Of immortal