Richmond daily times. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1853, 1853-03-17
THE DAILY"TIMES
From Mr. Browns Letters to Young Man about Town
ON LOVE, MARRIAGE, MEN AND
WOMEN

frsm Mr. Browns Letters to Young Man about Town
ON LOVE, MARRIAGE, MEN AND
. WOMEN.
Bob Brown is in love, then, and undergoing tn
common lot Aud so, my dear lad, you are thi
moment enduring the delights and tor.ures, tn
Jealousy and wakefulness, the longings and rap
lures, the frantic despair and citation, attendan
upon the passion of love. In the year 1872 ii
was before l contracted my alliance with you
poor dear aunt who never caused me any of the
disquletudes above enumerated) | myself went
through some OF those miserieS and pleasures
which you now, 0 my nephew, are enduring
pity and sympathise with you. | am an old cock
now. with feeble strut and faltcring crow
But L was young once: and remember the time
very WELL Since that time, 0nlaUi dnadntes if
see two young people happy, like it: as like
to see children enjoying a pantomime. [ have
been the co'iiidant of numbers Of honest fellows,
ana The secret watcher of scores of little petty
intrlgues in life. Miss Y. know why you go
so eagerly to balls now, and Mr. H., what has set
you OIL dancing at your mature age. Do you fan
ccy, Mrs Alpha, believe you walk every day at
halt-past eleven by the Serpentne for nothing
and that don't see young OMEGA in Rotten
Row! And so, my poor Bob, you are
| shot.
| If you lose the object of your desires, the loss
won't kill you; you may set that down as GER
tainty. Ii you win, it is possible that you will be
disappointed; that point also is to be considered.
But hit or miss, good or bad luck-I should be
sorry. my honest Bob. that thou didst not under
| 60 the malady. Every man ought to be in love
few times in his life, and to have smart attack
OF the fever You are the better for it when it is
over: the better for your misfortune if you endure
| 1t with manly heart how much the better for
success if you win it and good wife into the bar
gain All Bob-there is stone in the burying
ground at Functa which | often and often think
nd nos 10 ho,ao oIo
with the fairest and gentlest creature in the world
its not Mrs. Brown that lies there After lifes
htful fever, she sleeps in Marylebone burying
ground, poor dear soul Emily Blenkinsop might
have been Mrs. Brown, but--but let US change
the subject.
OF course you will take advice, nay asar Bob,
about your flame. All men and women do. 1t is
notorious that they listen to the opinions of all
their friends and never follow their own counsel.
Well, tell us about this girl. What are her quail
locations, expectations, belongings, station in life,
and so forth
About beauty l do not argue. take it for
granted. A man sees beauty, or that which he
likes, with eyes entirely his own don't say
that plain women get husbands as readily as pretty
girls so many handsome girls are unmarried,
and so many of the other sort welded, that there
is 70 possibility Of establishing rule. or of set
ting up standard. Poor dear Mrs. Brown was
far finer woman than Emily Blenkinsop, and
yet loved her little finger more than the whole
hand which your aunt Martha gave mel see the
plainest women exercising the greatest fascina-
tons over men-in fine, q man fall Is in love with
a woman because it is fate, because she is a wo-
man. Bob too, is man, and endowed with a
heart and beard.
Is she clever woman no not mean to dis
parage you, my good fellow. but you are not a
man that is likely to set the Thames on fire: and
should rather like to see you fall to the lot of a
| clever woman. A set has been made against
clever women from all times Take all Shak-
speare's heroines-they all seem to me pretty
much the same affectionate, motherly, tender
that sort of thing. Take Scotts ladies, and other
writers each man seems to draw from one mo-
del-an exquisite slave is what we want, for the
most part, an humble, hattering, smiling, child
loving, tea-making, piano-forte playing being,
who laughs at our jokes however old they be-.
soaxes and wheedles US in our humors, and
fondly lies to us through life. l never could get
your poor aunt into this system, though / con-
fess SHOULD have been happier man had she
tried it.
There are many more clever women in the
world than men think for-our habit is to despise
them; we believe they do not think because they
do not contradict us: and are weak because they
do not struggle and rise up against us. man
only begins to know women as he grows old; and
for my part my opinion of their cleverness rises
every day.
When ! say / know women mean know
that don't know them. Every single woman I
ever knew IS puzzle to me, as | have doubt |
she is to herself Say they are not clever? Their
hypocrisy is perpetual marvel to me, and
constant exercise of cleyerness of the finest Sort
You see dernure looking woman perfect in all |
her duties, constant in house bills and shirt but |
tons, obedent to her lord, and anxious to please
him in all things; silent, when you and he talk
politics. or literature, baderdash together, and
II referred to, saying, with smile of perfect hui
mllity, ooh, women are not judges upon such |
and such matters we leave learning and politics
to men" Eyes, poor Polly" says JONES' pattng
the back of Mrs J. shesd good naturally, "attend
to the house, my dear; that's the best thing you |
can do, and leave the rest to ps.'' Benighted |
idiot She has long ago taken your measure and |
your friends: she knows your weaknesses and |
ministers to them in thousand artful ways. She |
knows your obstinate points, and marches round |
them with the most curious art and patience, as
you will see an ant on journey turn round an
obstacle. Every woman manages her husband !:
sXeEy RssFS9g Waha are they but ADM.
rable duplicity We expect falseness from her,
and order and educate her to be dishonest. Should |
he upbraid, I'll own that he prevail: say that he
frown, I'll answer with a smile;-what are these
but lies, that we exact from our slaves lies, the
dexterous performance of which we announce to
to be the female virtues brutal Turks that we
are do not say that Mrs. Brown ever obeyed
me-sn the contrary, but | should have liked it,
for am a Turk like my neghbor.
will instance your mother now. When ms
brother comes in to dinner after bad days
sport, or after looking over the bills of some of
you boys, he naturally begins to be surly with
your poor dear mother, and to growl at the NUT
ton. What does she do? She may be hurt, but
she doesn't show it. She proceeds to coax, to
smile, to turn the conversation, to stroke down
Bruin, and get him in good humour. She sets
him on his old stories, and she and all the girls
poor dear little Sapphirae set off laughing;