Washington sentinel. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1853-1855, 1853-09-29
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WONIAN,s RIGHTS.

lnantelplece, smoking cigar. oalhuel ihouSht
to himself that, as it was leap year, it would be
glorious if the ladies would pop the question IN
accordance with their ancient privileges.
As he sat watching the smoke which cured
so gracefully, his fancy glowed with the idea,
how delightful it would be TO have the dear
creatures fondling on him, and with their tender
chances endeavoring to do the agreeable.
As he medtated, his heart softened, and he
began to feel squeamish, womanish sensibility
diffused over his feelings, and he thought he
would faint with propriety the first time lady
squeezed his hand. ....-.....
Rap, rap, rap, rap, sounded at the door, Sam
uel peeped through the venitan blinds.
.Mercy |" exclaimed he, " if there isn't Miss
Jones-and in diShabiie, and looking like
fright-good gracious must go and fix my
SELF
AS he left the room Miss Jones entered, and
with composed air intnated that she could
wait She was firm believer in woman's
rights, and now that the season was propitious
she determined to take the advantage thereof,
and do a little counting on her own hook. ID
was one OF woman's privileges which had been
usurped by the tyrant man, and she determined
to assert her rights in spite of the hollow for
malities of the false system of society.
On Sans return to the room, she exclaimed:
Dearest, how beautiful you look' accom-
panying her words with glance of undisguised
admiration.
"Spare the bushes of modest young man."
said Sam, applying the cambria to his face to
hide his confusion.
Nay, my love, why so ~ said Susan
Turn not away those beautiful eyes, dark as
jet, but sparkling as the diamond. Listen to
the vows of affection. Here let MS rest said
she, drawing him to the sofa, "here, with my
arm around thee, will profess my true ailee-
ton" ...' ...
Leave me, oh, leave me = murmured Sam
uel; think of yyouth and experience-spa
my FACILITATING heart .-
Leave thee?' said Susan, pressing him closer
to her; "never! until the story of restless nights
OF unquiet days of aspiration, fond emotions and
undyimg love is laid before thee. Know that
Tor years have suffered for thee secret pas,
sion. Need tell thee how such manly beauty
moved me how worshipped like !, sGnhower
IN the lurid light of these raven tresses? how
, my fond heart was entrapped in the meshes Of
those magnificent whiskers? how would yield
TO the government of that imperial? thy man
ners so modest, so delicate. enchanted me oy
to me-tor thy joy was my JOY. My heart is
ever thine-take it-but first let me snatch one
kiss from those ruby lips
The overwhelming feelings Of the delicate
youth were too strong, and he tainted from ex-
cess Of JOY. Meanwhile the enamored maiden
hung fondly over him, and
Slowly the eyes Of Samuel Smith opened
he gazed wildly about him-then, meeting the
ardent gaze of his lover, lie blushed deeply, and
from behind his handkerchief faintly tatered
out" Ask my ma
SAM Slick on CoURTING.-Another wise saw
from Mr.. Sticks last book: s.. K
"Courtn' a gal, | guess, is like catchin'
young horse in the pasture You put the oats
In pan, hide the halter, and soft sawtler the
criter, aud it comes softly and shyy at first, and
puts its nose to the grain, and gets TASTE
stands Oh and munches little, looks round to
sec that the coast is clear, and advances cautious
again, ready for go if you are rough. Well,
you soft sawder it all the time: so pea gently,
pet, that's pretty doll! and gets to kind like
1t. and comes closer, and you think you have it,
make grab at its name, and up head and tail,
snorts, wheels short round, lets go both hind
teet at you, and off like shot. That comes of
being in hurry. Now, if you had put your
hand up slowly towards its shoulder, and felt
along the neck for the name, it might, perhaps,
drawed away, as much rs to say hands of, if
you please, like your oats, but | don't want
you; the chance is, you would have caught it.
Well, what's your play, now you have missed it?
Why, don't give chase, for that only scares the
critter, but you stand STILL shake the oats in the
pan and say cope, cope, cope! and it stops, looks
at you, and will come up again, but awful skit
tlsh, stretches its neck out ever so far, steals
few grains, and then keeps at a respectful dis
lance. Now what do you do then? Why,
shake the pan and move slowly as if you were
going to leave the pasture and make for home;
when it repents of being SO distrustful, comes
up, and you slip the halter on
AMUSEMENT OF THE TURKISH WoMEN-Mr
Bayle St John, in the volume he has lust is
sued, effectually dispes the prevalent idea as
to the entire seclusion of the ladies of Constan
tinople. He says: "Nearly all Turkish women
sally out every Friday, to take the air, away
from the town, on the banks of the Bosphorus,
or to some of the places where water and shade
may be found The wealthy go in carts with
out springs, of unweldy and primitive construc-
ton, six or seven heaped together; and some
times their husbands lead the oxen or horses to
the chosen spot, and then go away, leaving the
women perfectly free to enjoy themselves as
they please. The most popular amusements
are the singing and music OF the gypsy women
who repair thither for the purpose--music
which is amorously langud, and singing which
is detestably indecent. A lunch is generally
brought out and, when this is dispatched,
smoking and drinking ommence-drinking not
of sherbet, but Of good brandy, or other strong
liquors, which soon induce a boisterous gaiety,
so that the sultanas, whom we often imagine as
pining imprisoned, may be seen rolling in con
vulsions Of extinguishable laughter on the turf,
or huddled up in still more advanced stage OF
intoxication, like bundles of rags
Their Montenegro servants, who are the
privileged beholders Of these scenes. are often
compelled to haul them into their carts, in which
they are jolted back to the harem Those who
are not too ffr gone frequently pull up, in pas
sing throughNhe Christian quarter, at the doors
of tavens, toAet more drink; and file of
hundred carts may often be seen stopping in one
street, all full of women, some made bold and
chattering by their excess, others hanging seepily
about and murmuring 10 be taken home There
is a walk planted with elm trees, not far from
the city, where only women are admitted Two
or three thousand assemble there at "A time. and