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TUESDAY. DECEMBER IL, 1854.
A French woman. Opinion Of the

| work emitted American Homes. series OF
tales illustrating New York life in 1854.
have read several chapters, and can promise
my countrymen, and especially my country
women, volume of deserved severities min
ged of course, with some unfair deductions.
| l cannot speak of the production a whole,
for l have only seen part but can remem-
her number of opinions of the authoress
upon American usages, morals, and manners.
The life ola New York business man is either
that of brute or a mercenary.' His face,
cleaned shaved, resembles zero his eyes
look figures and calculation. His person
smells of dollars. American cookery has
neither smell nor taste. The food of the coun-
try is so much boiled hay, straw, and bran,
without even pinch ofsalt to season it.
Americans know no soup but oyster stew;
they eat with their knives break eggs into
tumbers. esteem ham above truffied cartridges,
and whskey above Bordeaux wine they
never eat supper, and can make no pastry but
apple pie.
Americans have no opinions, they only have
needs. They live without principle aud with
out moral guidance, recognizing no political
compass hut their own appetites.
American actors swallow half their words,
and no foreigner can tell what they do with
the other half. When there is any good
music TO be heard, be sure the Americans will
shine by their ABSENCE.
Americans have great taste for oonfecton-
ary, but they exercise no taste In gratifying it.
Hugeness seems to be quality most esteem
cd IN csndy, for sticks are to be had as big as
horsewhips. If,it were not for the French
confectioners and pastry cooks, Americans
would not be to this day beyond apple pie.
A Frenchman may be naturalizedi in Greece,
for love of anhquity in Turkey, in the hope
of becoming Pacha; but in America, moth
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ham, tobacco, Bloomerism and apple pie
Thus far, Lave been repeating small SLAM
ders, but l recommend the following para
graph to all whom it may concern -" MISC
Caldwell was nineteen years of age, celebrat-
ed for her luxurious prodigality, intelligent
and handsome. She was handsome,as Ameri-
can girls are handsome; possessing regular
form, splendid hair, determined aud rather
forward bearing, All inviting eye, white and
red skin, fine mouth and teeth-in short, she
possessed all the charms which make the New
York ladies exceedingly pretty. from fifteen to
twenty five years OF age.
After this period, while q French woman's
beauty is developing and ripening. the Amer
lean woman becomes unexpectedly plain.--
The causes are, the excessive use of hot bis
cults and badly baked cake, and the abuse of
balls, dancing late hours, and the usual dis
sipations of city, at an unduly early age
No complexion, no health, no teeth, can re-
sist so terrible an ordeal. In the name Of my
/ erring cou2try women, who, upon the perusal
of these lines, promise to reform and repent,
thank Nine. Fontenay for this well meant
lesson, and pardon her for all her calumnies
about ham and apple pie.
Here follows an account Of flirting, firta.
ton rooms, and counting chairs Such things
must always appear disreputable to a Europe
an, and l am astonisheG at the high colors in
which the authoress paints several boudoir
scenes which fell under her eyes. She speaks
of girls going alone to the theatre. to ride, to
sup at restaurant with gents of their own
age and from her account | should imagine
that the inpropretes and indecent iamiliari-
ties of Irritation had made astonishing adj
yances since / have had the opportunity of
| examining the institution. l am not sure
that ever saw Irritation room, and as for
| counting chairs, that is altogether since my
| time. | suppose it is what we call letter s.
Our authoress asked mere child who had
been actively flirting all one evening, if among
| her many beaux she should not soon make
choice g No." she replied, g not till / am
twenty. five. L have not half done my girl
+ life yet :" But are you sure of your inde-
penderce till then? May you not dispose of
your heart IN the meantime y g My heart
Dear me None but a Southerner or a
French woman would ever ask such a CUES
ton as that - And Madame Fontenay stood
translixed. having committed the elorFnlty
of surprising that an American girl had u
heart ~ a4 Ha .9taIT
EsOf American girls, generally, she says that
they laugh continually, not that they are nat
urally expansive and gay, but that they con-
slider it symbol Of pleasure, exacted by con-
sideratons of proprlety and politeness. She
often sought in the United States, an amiable
and young physognomy, but she never saw
even one.
An American ball is hit off thus :--.oThe
/ ladies, young and pretty, dressed exceedingly
low in the neck, were whirled about by SOM
bre-looking Yankees, dressed in funeral black,
like Malbrook's page. These girls, under
their frank manners, their ingenious forward
ness, conceala profound dissimulation, and
remarkable egotism. Out of three thousand,
there is hardly one capable of love.
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SEIF-P ossRssIoN.-Y Years ago. an unknown
correspondent of city paper gave the follow
ing anecdote of the olden time:-
.sWhen the town of Woodstock, Connecti-
cut, first began to be settled, there was a time
when the few and scattered families were filed
with the dreadful apprehension of being taken
and perhaps killed or carried off by Indians.
No man retired at night without having his
gun well loaded and placed over his head,
where he could seize it instantly. With these
and other precautions, one of these brave men
and his fearless companion, on a certain night,
retired to bed. In the dead OF night, they
were simultaneously awakened by an unusual
noise around the house. They listened; pres.
entity they heard it again; it sounded like
slight knocking against the window shutter
at the opposite end of the house. The man
seized his gun, and boldly entered the apart
ment from which the noise proceeded, aud in
laundering tones demanded #aaA K
..Whos there:"
A gentle voice, which he wen knew. re-
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