Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1853-12-16

The AFFGHAN LADIEs-A work by Mrs Colin
Mackenzie upon Life In India recently nnblisbed
contains description of the afghan ladies' t. NAV
be interesting to the American fair sex as afordinc
striking contrast between the different standards
OF taste and beauty Mrs. Mackenzie who writes
In an easy, coloqua1 stvle, SAYS:
On Thursday morning | was at breakfast when
Mohammad Hasan Khan's ladies arrived They
came together 10 close palki not mufHed up, and one
OF Hasan khan's retainers carefully shut the door
after them One was young and pretty with We.
~ sweet mouth She had very lively bright ex-
presslve, large dark eyes, tinged with antimony
beautiful white teeth, with rosy lips color in her
cneek ana complexion not darker than Spanard's
or Italians. She had sort Of loose shirt of rose
colored satin reaching to the hips with full sleeves
ana fastened at the throat; very wide green satin
trousers so full that they looked like petticoat
and row of silver bangles, six inches deep on each
arm, finished by gold one silver chains around her
neck pretty gold earrings something like the &C.
noese hlagree, but the top of each dsgured and
maze TO h1ang over by the weight of half dozen
large gold rings. She had crescent shaped orna-
ment of enamels and pearls over the left eyebrow,
and little pearl thing like earring top stuck in
one nostrll. She wore large yellow gauze veil,
and palms OF her hands were stained with henna-
Her companion was older with handsome features,
though rather too much marked. She dressed
IN the same manner, except that she had cap,
and the bosom of her purple satin tunc covered
on each side with half rupee pieces, put just like
military medals, close to each other The veil was
deep red, bordered with gold, and, like the others,
large enough to envelope her whole person. We
looked at each others dress they examined my
rings and hands, seemingly surprised that they
not stained. At last each gently took hold of the
skirts of my gown, pulled it up n little way, and
seemed to marvel at the corded petticoat That
they raised very little and seeing my under
garment, cried, approvingly: "Ah |
more amused"
A DARK THREAD.-A day two ago
walking leisurely up Broadway. The sun shone
brightly, and the worthy of his shining, for
it brilliant one indeed Everywhere lfe-ev-
rywhere exuberant life The Streets the stores, the
hotels, everything thrOnged, and everything alive
Threading It's way through the long lines OF gay
rlages, and laundering, matter of fart omnibuses
single dark fament 1t seems out of place in such
rich piece of tife's brocade but it there Slow
ly and thoughtfully it drawn by invisible fingers
| "a funeral train the funeral of little child an
atom of humanity, that sparkled like drop of dew
! only to be exhaled to Heaven of whom somebody
has thought within the last twentyfour hours though
| perhaps she never told it.
"Twas but a bud yet did contain,
More than shall bloom again.
| being, that little as it was, filled whole heart
whose spirit wings, as it departed, put out the
sun, bright as il was, and made Broadway a bitter
mockery.
But, unlike other memories, that image will not
grow old it is superior to time; and through all the
liz
childish face will smile with the soft radiance of some
early moming.-N. 7. Tribune
NORTHERN BARBARIANs-An English writer, COM
mentng upon the Eastern question and the hereditary
ambitions Of the Cars to carry their conqnerng arms
10 the Bosphoru finds, fancIes, a cause for this
passion, and for the perhaps already raging be-
tween Russia and Turkey, in the supposed natural
yeaning of the Northern races for home in the hap.
pier regions of the South. Referring the political
reason, the state policy which has VIGOROUSLY
ted the successors of Katharine in all their transac
tons with the Ottoman Power, the writer says
But there is something under this, and older than
the Romonofs themselves the instructive turning OF
J the human towards the South-the pressure oil
the population, at all times from the icy regions Of
the North, from snow field, sandy waste and dismal
swamp towards sunlit hills, rich plains the vineyard
the orange grove blue air and gancng waters The
form of the emigration changesthe desire of change
remains. In one age nomadc tribe, carrying its
household goods, driving its cattle before,
down from the great Steppes. Ages later, il is {
Ukraine horde. mounted and armed, that rolls doWr
the corn lands of the Crimea and dashes itself like
tide against the rocky barriers of the Caucasus fa
ling back in broken poweress wavelets Still furthe
down, the tribe, the horde is organised and differed
after European modes. lis march is announced by
diplomatic agents, and It's advances celebrated by re-
lgious rites. But it is nevertheless the old eruption
forced by the old causes. The tros-btten citizen
ST Petersburg dreams OF the gorgeous climate Of Con
stantnope the Goth in his forest dreamed OF ltal
ian vine SdFQenSs the Injuries OF IeTd, the sum-
shores of the Bosphorus, have the same power in tn
Imagination of a Russian woman the reports of tn
SURPRISING pomp and glitter of imperial life had OF
the fancy OF Vanda savages striving with arid naur
for scanty subsistence"
A RAILROAD SToPPAGE.-The Portland Argus, in a
article relating to management upon railroads, and re
ating personal experience, remarks:
We waed-time lew-a quarter of hour
half--three quarter--still no train. The passenger
: were uneasy. Appeals were made to the conductor
- he politely but invariably answered, " My orders
gentlemen, are to wait here until the other comes
and here | wait. By and by seIf-appointed com
mittee called on Alderman, and insisted on going for
waId. He maintained his imperturable suavity, bu
. declined At last of the number, to bring matte
to a point, said
" We'll, Mr. Alderman, how much longer shall yo
- stop, if you don't hear from the train -
* ] shall wait week, surA' he responded; Sc q
the end of that shall decide what is to be done.
. Just then the train came laundering along at tn
rate of twenty five miles an hour to make up for los
time and had the solicitations of the passengers pre-
vailed, we should not be telling this story, for a
- inevitable collision would have sent all OF us into tn
- other life.
t, LOVE LETTER FROM A TAILOR A MANTAuMi
e KER.-Remnant of my Hopes: May be ripped frol
the borders of your esteem, and never be 6utOned
e the loops of your kindness, but am strongly sedne
r, to the hem of your beauty. May never lose tim
ble-ful of your favor, hut you have entnnged tf
n Thread of my understanding with that pretty OutSl(
e of yours that am stark made to be your - Od
bodkins! am surely yours, every stitch of me- Whe
l. ever you 60 YOU are my North, and my needle follow
If you blunt not, therefore, the point OF my endeaVo
/, but let me haste myself TO your Kindness that ma
e set TIGHTER TO your affection love you beyond met
sure but yet it is hard to cabbage one sweet loo