The south-western. [volume] (Shreveport, La.) 1852-1870, 1855-01-31
One in a Thousand
''She looketh well to the ways of her house
hold, and eateth not the bread of idleness.,'

| One in Thousand
1 s'She looketh well to the ways of her house
hold, and eateth not the bread of idleness,'
fSolon1on
ssHave you called on Mrs. Moore yet?'' in.
| quired Mary Walton Of her friend, Julia Dan.
vers, who had come in to request her company
on a shopping excursion-s.if not should like
to take you there this morning, for you will be
charmed with her, know
Excuse me, s'il vous plat" lisped out the
fashionable young lady, Il hear Mrs. Morris
does not keep servant, and we mightsurprise
her in her dishabille, or even in the kitchen
which would be rather awkward, you must
confess"
.sI have no doubt she WOULD survive either
catastrophe, : Mary laughingly replied for she
is one Of the most lady and dignifed wo-
men ever saw, and either in the kitchen or
parlor, must command the respect Of all who
know her. But seriously-yo do not intend
to call on the bride of your old friend, and vel
come her to Glenville?"
81 shall not, certainly, be in haste to do so,'
said Mrs Danvers, s'for she cannot be plea
SAINT associate for me, if what hear Of her is
correct Why must she make herself ridiculous,
by taking that small house and doing her own
work, when DR.. Moore is SO popular as ply
sician, and making money enough to enable
them to live in style, if she only chose to per
suade him, as / am sure she could, to com
mence house keeping like other people, ! e1-
pected, when | heard Of his marriage with the
daughter Of judge L., that we should see a
splendidly dressed, fashionable woman-that
they would take large house, give elegant en-
tertainments, and lead the ton. Insteadof this
Mrs Moore dresses more plainly than either
you or seldom goes out, unless among the
sick or poor, and worse than all keeps no ser
want, but a little girl to run errands and admit
visitors. Of course she must do the work o
the family. This is too absurd ], for one
shall not countenance such folly by calling upon
herr
80, Julia, how can you censure Mrs. Moore
for pursuing a course which ought to command
the esteem and admiration of every one wheis
acquainted with their circumstances! Dr. Moore
is a young man, who has his fortune vet te
make, and though he has good business, one
year Of extrayagant living would exhaust his
resources, and burden him with debts which his
sensitive nature would feel most deeply True
he has fine talents and bright prospects, but his
talents would be frittered away, and his pros
poets wrecked, in life Of fashionable folly,
such as you had marked out for him. His
sweet wife might have married for wealth, had
she chosen, and taken her place as the leading
star of fashion-but she wisely preferred hap
piness to splendor-and gave her affections and
her hand to one whose noble qualities Of heart
and mind she was fully capable Of appreciating
She knew his circumstances, and resolved tc
conform to them, and tho well aware Of the
foolish prejudices which prevail in our little
community, she feels that her husband s integ.
rity and peace of mind are worth more than the
applause of those summer friends, who would
autter around her only in the sunshine Of fash
ionable gayety. I confess had some misgiy-
ings when first called upon her-for you
know what foolish ideas of gentility we imbibel
at Mrs. BIS boarding school-when saw heo
looking so fresh and so lovely in her neat anc
becoming morning dress, when saw the per
/ feet order Of her house, in which the motto
seemed to besa place for every thing, and every
thing in its place while she was so entirely
free from that busting restessness which some
times marks the notable housewife-above all
when saw the look of confidence and happiness
with which her heart welcome was returned by
her husband, as he came from his professional
duties could not but feel that she was jus
what a woman and a wife should be--a help
meet for her husband, in the truest sense of the
word. No Nocomplaints of domestic trials, or un,
faithful servants met his ear; as he seated him
self at his own ireside after the fatigues of the
day, all was peace and love-and if it was moi
actually an angels smile that beamed upon him
there, it was the smile of fond and faithful
woman.