Indiana American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1833-1861, 1854-04-07
From Mrs. Ben. Darby.
9HI SBNIN'G CIRCLE.
CHAPTER 4.
Ahl gentle danes, II gaas rae greet
To think how monte coun.es sweet
How monle heightened sage advices,
The husband fras the wife eesplSes.-



Burns.
Among the various societies OF Hap
Hazard. for the benefit and ameliora-
ton Of the human race, was the "La-
dies Union Missionary Sewing So
ciety." II congregated once in every
week. at different houses, suiting IT.
self 10 the convenience of its numerous
members. It. officers were active aud
efficient in their operations; that IS,
whenever they could settle UNANIMOUSLY
on a subject The great feat to perform
generally was, to bring them into that
desirable position. for every one had
their opinion (who ever knew woman
without one?) and held on TO their
rights with great tenacity, and were
remarkable for carrying their point
pour ct contre. as the case might be-
/ would not convey the idea that the
ladies OF Hap-llazlrd were more diff
Quito concorporate in their various
propositions, than ladies generally are;
but | speak Of il as general thing,
and the ladies Of the Union Missionary
Sewing Society Of Hap Hazard were
not an exception to the rule. Women
are unionistsin the abstract--not in the
aggregate.
The first lady that entered the So
ciety, (it met at Mrs. Grimes's, was a
faced, weakly lookin creature,
with hectic cheek. She was dressed
simply, and looked as if she had not
yet concluded to live or die. She had
been dying ever since she was married,
but some how or other, she made out
to get along on the highway of life
pretty fast. She had breathed on,
through her threatening doom, until
she was thirty-fve. and had made her
husband the envied fathero nine be5s.
Mrs. Grimes said, "that was al that
kept her alive:"
Mrs. Rosburn came ip( before Mrs.
Pinkton had taken 81 her things
She was very hoddsome lady-very
ladylike and afIable in her appearance
her language was decidedly gram
NAUTICAL. and smacked Of city expert
ence. Noone found fault with Mrs.
Rosburn's manners; yet she did not
seem very popular. considering she had
so many advantages. and so many ia
cillies to please. She seated herself in
the big rocking-chair, and, drawing
out the skirt OF her black silk dress,
smiled complacently, as much as to
say, | am not quite approachable-
pray don't come too close! There was
something in her that could not be
passed. Mrs. Grimes said cit was the
Eastern streak, and you might as well
try to walk over the Ohio. as toget past
iti''
Mrs. Saul jenkins was the president
of the society. She was one of your
good, kind, busting old ladies, with a
heart as large as milestone, and as
soft as sponge. She could cry one
minute at the sorrows of her friends,
and the next, laugh at their ridiculous
ways; her hand was open Gas day to
melting charity" and whenever any
thing was concocted for the benefit Of
the poor or the helpless, Mrs. jenkins
was sure to be there, and no mistake.
To her was consigned, by mutual con-
sent, the management Of affairs.
Ladies', declare l am sorry kept
you waiting SO long," said Mrs. Saul
jenkins. busting into the room where
the ladies had already commenced
ransacking the baskets for unfinished
garments, "but our clock run down,
for wonder. for it keeps monstrous
good time, and that put me little be-
midland, and just as was putting on
my bonnet 10 start, in comes Sam
Jones to see ii he could get the loan of
our big copper kettle to make apple
butter. | went into the smoke-house
to get it, and lol aud behold Sally had
left the hickory dye in it ever since |
colored the warp for my rag carpetl II
took me a full half hour TO brighten il.
and don't you think, after all, it was too
lttle''
cit is morally impossible. Mrs.
jenkins" said Mrs. Pinkton, "to ex-
pect a girl to keep things tidy. Ii you
believe me. the last time was at the
Society, that great gunsp Of a girl OF
ours burnt up an oven of bread as
black rs a coal, and the COW got into
the back shed and eat up barrel Of po-
tatoes and turned over churn of soft
soap"
''La, mel that would have bought
truck enough to make two or three
shirts for the heathens," said Miss
Fobes. On old lady who tried to APP
pcarsery youthful; 81 do declare. what
apiiyp
Yes, / guess it was pity, and Mr..
Pinklon said charity began at home,
aud that | had better let the Sewing
Society swcat and stay at home aud
keep things posted. Men are SO UNI
reasonable. Mrs. Grimes, don't you
know it?'
Indeed, not l." replied the lady
addressed; "they like TO sec things
sung at home. in doors and out.
would not give pinch OF snuff for one
OF your poke-easy sort, that comes and
goes. like domestic critter. to get hi.
grub, and never knows whether hi,
wife or the kitchen-girl makes hi.
tea"
81 would prefer such a man," sale
Miss Fobes. Ito one like Mr.. Sharpe
he is real cot Betty, poking his nos,
into every hole and corner ON tn,
premises. Mrs. Sharpe nevcr sees
quiet. moment. She can't lend
neigbbor making of tea, but he i
consulted, or give away an old petit
coat but what he must survey il from
top to bottom to see If it is giva5ie.
"Well, declared" cried Mrs. Law
son. a pretty little woman with yer,
bIaek eyes and white teeth. ssIf a -.