The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1854-05-25
THE PION EER.
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CouNTRY AND Town GIRLs.-It will be
seen by the following thoughts of coun-
try girl, that there is enjoyment in the
country, and that the town girls are not
the only happy creatures in the world.
The article is from the Ohio Cult.v tor
A Country Girl's Thoughts on Exercise.
A pleasant morning to you, dear Mrs.
Bateham, and ladies of the Cultipator. ]
have just returned from an invigorating,
care -annihilating, bloom creating romp in
the woods, and have really experienced
SO much pleasure, that | could not help
but communicate it to you all.
What source of soul-inspirng enjoy
ment we country girls have, in wandering
through the meadows, down to the grove,
or by way of the broad lanes, down to the
old woods, endeared to us by numbcrless
"reminiscences connected with its shades
But, dear-a-me, | know there are many
country girls who are as proud as clay la
dies, and who keep housed up, for fear oi
tanning their faces or hands, or soiling
their tidy garments. A great mistake -
that, that the lily looks more charming
than the rose
believe in clean hands, and white, iii
convenient, but am not going to debar
myself of fresh air, and rosy cheeks, for
the sake of keeping my hands milk
white" not l.
Don't, dear country cousins, don't be
proud and vain; it is not oar places. We
were not formed to wither our lives away
in a. warm, unventilated sitting room, OF
even over kitchen stove. Ii the fresh
air won'tcome to you in the house, 90 out
and seek it. Do up your hose work,
bound>out of doors, and let this spring
zephyr fan your heated brow-dance tc
the carolling of the birds-drown your
care in draughts of the inspiring element,
and you can hardly imagine how much
happier you would be. If you have sew
ing, knitting, reading or writing, go out
and sit under the orchard trees, or in the
woods. Your fingers will move as glib,y,
and your minds will be as clear as sun
beams; go, you will be well paid for the
trouble.
detest gossip, ladies--but l must tell
you about friend of mine, dear, good
girl, she is. and a very model of neatness
She's always complaining, tho, and hei
face is as fair and pale as moonbeam. -
Last summer l beguiled her fathers gar.
den, perhaps six rods from the kitchen
door. 1t was nice garden-nice goose.
berries, currants, raspberries, and few
beds Of flowers.
"Did you help make this garden?" ask
ed l. "Me! Why, TIL" was the an
swer, "thls is the first time 1 have been
in this garden this year; and there's faith
er's stable, that he built two years ago, l
have never been in the inside of it,
"Well!" said I, in astonishment, ''no
wonder you look SO delicate, and no won
der you wear your dress forever without
tearing!"
You see, girls, if 1 chanced to tear a
luckless dress. ma always brought my
friend up as model for me, poor, erring
child; but when | told ma of these pecu-
liarlties of my friend, she said:
"Well, child, romp in the woods, sit and
work in the orchard, and if it can't be
helped, soil your clothes, rather than be-
come such house plant"
Now, remember it, dear girls, don't let
us be so worldly, that we cannot find time
to taste this fresh air. Good health and a
happy mind is far better than delicacy.
Good bye. MAr1LD1E.