The daily comet. [volume] (Baton Rouge, La.) 1850-1856, 1853-05-26

HoLYwooD, May, pa, 1853.

happiness and the rules OF obtaining
it, are not 80 necessary and useful toll
man or womankind as the arts Of con-
ISOLATION and the supporting ones self
under affection. The utmost we can
hope for in this world is contentment;
If we aim at anything higher, we shall
meet with nothing but grief aud dis
appointment. A woman should direct
all her studies and endeavors, at maxi
ing herself easy now and happy here
after. The truth Of it is, if all hap
piness that is dispersed through all
the human race in this world were
drawn together and put into the posses
sion Of any single woman it would not
make very happy being, though on
the contrary if the miseries Of the
whole species were fixed in a sihgle
person they would make her very mis-
cradle one indeed. My dear Comet
in my last letter to you | told you Of
nv grievances and asked you for ad-
vice. You have been kind enough to
give it in your interesting paper, but
my dear friend it comes too late. The
very next day after wrote you, my
mother ordered Sally, our wash-wo-
man to bring large tub containing
dirty clothes, accompanied with huge
soap-gourd full Of that delectable ar
ticle known as soFT-soAP-l was then
most peremtorily ordered, required and
commanded, to take off my silk dress.
put away my gloves and under-sleeves
and bend my poor back over that
hateful tub. begged and entreated
and prayed and protested-it all did
no good-my mother declared that
unless submitted she would lock me
| up in dark room, where the booga-
Doors should haunt me and that !
should have nothing but bread and
water. In fit Of despair. l soused
into the tub, seized the first garment,
it happened to be a calico frock Of
my mothers, belathered it with soap
suds, and then tried my very best to
rub the very life out Of tin very
spite tried my very best to tear the
dress into thousand pieces. But
. oh ! Mr.. Genet VIVA. do you think,
| in a few moments I found my hands
all blistered and bleeding andaenart-
ing with intense pain from the effects
Of the soap. / threw down the abom-
Unable dress and screamed with all
nv might. My mother ran to ne
much alarmed, had fallen down and
was in fit of Mysteries, which | am
told is very fashionable with some
ladies. Ny mother was much trigh
tened, she brought camphor and co
: logne and volatile salts-I held ou
until saw she was thoroughly con
ouered and then | came to, with many
a long drawn sigh Of feeble uncon
sciousness. My poor mother cried
she was deeply afected-she kissee
me and asked me to forgive her, anc
| most kind hearted willing soul die
g forgive her. She bathed my hands ii
t run-water, dressed them with colo
I cream and sent off for doctor. Th'
doctor came, found I wasn't mucE
: hurt and gave me few small pillet
of camomilla and 1-3 Of drop 0
paregoric. and told me to 60 to sleep
i. Now Mr.. Comet, l think my mothe
). is fairly satisfied and will neve
again ask me to the wash tub; bu
then Pm disgraced-to think that l, tn
: daughter Of a gentleman, and
b wealthy man, should ever have sub
|, r1itted to such degradation-oh!
can see the hateful wash-tub now,
haunts mel can smell the filth.
soap, it ofends my nostrils.
!, .For YOU may break, you may ruin tn
Y tub ifyou will,
But the scent of the soap-suds will han
u round it still"
d Will you, my dear Comet offer m
). some consolation and entreat the glrl
! and young men not to think any tn
less of me for having at one tim
4 tried to wash calico dress. Their
is Adaline Mayfower, | know he
/ mother would not make her do sue
r thing-her mother makes her wea
e thick gloves all the time, and she ne,
er leaves the house without her vel
and never eats anything but pickle
n ,Io, al tbon +ba-a