Washington telegraph., 1853-06-22
n slack-Twisted Girl,

wish you could see "our Soph" Just for
one week-you would see frst-rate mana
ger, L assure you. In the first place, she is
always late to breakfast, she never combs
and ties up her hair, but only gives it a
smooth and twirl. sets in her comb awry,
and so much is completed Her dress gen.
orally has two or three grease spots upon the
front breadths, her shoes are down at the
heel, and she Shuts about rather than walks.
She is too lazy to open the windows to air
her chamber too indolent to take her night
dress out of her bed; too inefficient to throw
back the bedclothes She yawns over her
breakfast, laughs with her brothers about
some young gent. hopes somebody can
take kinss, . looks over the papers and reads
the marriages, and then sits over the parlor
tables with yellow covered book of the last
trash literature, until her mother says, $50
| phia, dear, do you know how late it is! Do,
child, make your toilet. Mr.. Woodfun may
call, and what would he think!' for this
pretty piece of clay is engaged to be mar
ried to our Tom
Well, she goes into her nicely arranged
bed chamber, which the maid has SO carful-
ly put in order. Heavens, how pretty it
looks in a few moments. Stockings thrown
heter-skelter pair of boots both strinsless
and worn threadbare the morning dress
left just she dropped out Of it, and two
old faded skirts az tattered about the bot
tom. Her brush is full of hair, her comb
looks as black as ink her toilet cover is be-
daubed with "Macassar, "bearss oil, and
rosemary But she is now dressed for the
parlor, ready to receive Mr.. Woodfun.-
Her hair is combed over her ears as smooth
ly as if polishing-iron had hatened every
stray lock, her dress is all neatly hooked
up, and what trim little form she assumes.
i---l--4--l- II oro>e, and s,sU- iso,crs rre
identical piece of ruf1ing in her hand to
hem which she began month ago. Her
mother speaks of "Sophia's industry-she
is afraid she will sew her eyes out of her
head She is thankful Mr. Woodfun has
called, to invite her out'' And previous
to going there another dressing takes place,
and her room again looks as if Bedlam were
let loose, which makes only three times
day that the chambermaid is called to put
things TO rights.
And the worst of all is, "our Soph' is
expecting to marry Tom, whose father is a
rich man, but has put bis son to clerkship,
at the sum of five hundred per annum =
Tom, do take another look before you leap
just one more, my good fellow. Take
off the finger rings take out the watch, take
off the boots, and look at the unmended
hoSe-lift up the dress, and see that hole
under the arm-take off the ribbon around
the neck, and see how greasy it is inside
and, as live, her pocket-handkerchef isn't
hemmed. What wife you are getting =
Think of her management, How your
shirts and dickeys would be made; how
your drawers would be folded; your stock
ings darned, your pants mended, your rips
sewed, and your pockets feeced to pay for
gewgaws, and dressing maids, and cooks,
and chamber-girls. With your five hun
dred salary all spent in your first three
months of house keeping and you, with
your finger in your mouth, asking your faith
er to lend you thousand or so. And then
to comfort you, the slack-twisted woman is
your wife, aud she is yours, entirely yours.
Don't talk now about hanging, or drowning,
or being waaiiJS aai ed adt69ply let your wife 60
her own way, and my word for it. something
akin to the cholera will take you off-for
malignant diseases find their smart marks
where dirt and vegetable decomposition goes
uninterruptedly. fastArc BIaele,