Houma Ceres. [volume] (Houma, Parish of Terrebonne, La.) 1855-18??, 1855-08-09

Of our social organization and leaving to
woman only shadows, hooking her with
lip service, while they laid an iron grasp
on all which life offered, worth the win
surely this reverence and this
courtesy, this readiness to protect and to
help are not shadows. Should she put
them aside and entering the lists in her
own behalf, trust to her own strength tor
the results. think you she would win for
herself higher position, nobler appre-
citation, than we now accord to her!
In illustration of the firmnees of female
character, and of the ''loyalty and devo-
ton of woman's love-" Mr.. WARD gives
a beautiful and touching episode in Eng
lish history. The reader will remember
that among the victims Of the tyrant,
Charles the Second, were the noble pa
triots, AIgernon Siney and Lord William
Russell, who were beheaded for having
associated themselves with others, "not
for reasonable practices, but with eau.
tious wisdom and earnest feeling to de-
plore the public danger, and consult for
the public safety" The author says:
Let us look for moment into the court
room on the day on which the latter nrst
appeared for trial: There sits the Judge,
in the elmined robes that betoken the
majesty and purity of the justice he pro.
iesses to administer; lawyers and witnesses
are there in an imr sing array; before
them, calm and grave, as one who knows
his doom and is prepared to meet it, stands
England's noblest son, Lord William Rus.
sell, and by his side, with form of gentle
dignity, and face whose beauty sorrow
has but touched into more exquisite per.
lection, is his wife, the Lady Rachel Rus
sell. The Court, with mockery of kind-
ness and impartiality, offers him the ser.
vices Of any one in his employment whom
he shall designate to take notes of its
transactions for his use. Quietly he an.
swers: SHY Lords, my wife is here!'' We
tremble for him as we hear the reply, for
though we may we'll believe that he has
no friend so true and so tender as she is,
how can he trust her selfpossession? As
she hears the perjured witnesses-as she
listens to the sophisms of the crown law
yers-and feels at her own heart the
Tightening of those folds that are to press
out the light of her life, will not the pen
drop from her trembling hand, and the ut
terance of some wild cry or frantic APP
peal break on the proprieties of Justice,
and destroy that dignified calmness so nec-
essary to him? So IRE question, but he
questioned not! In the sweet privacy Of
that home which her playful tenderness
had made SO inexpressibly dear to him, he
had doubtless seen her tried, and he knew
that she had an unsupported power be.
meath that e1quisitely lovely exterior and
those gentle manners. power equal to any
demand which affection might make upon
her!-power even for this! He is con.
demned, and she throws all the energy o.
her nature into the efforts for his pardon
her very life seems sustained only by this
hope. For its fulflment she deems nc
selfsacri6ce, no humiliation too great; ye'
we have her husbands testimony that she
never required Of him the slightest conces.
sion of his principles or his honor, even
for the redemption of his life. Well nigh,
he say, when he had parted from this no
BILE woman, on the evening before his ex'
ecution, that now the bitterness of death
was past, I" What State could fall-wha
liberty decay-if the zeal Of mans noisy
patriotism was as pure as the silent loyal
Of woman's love!"
ANOTHER GREAT HUMBUG.-The fol-
lowing is from a New York letter: Bar.
mum says an eminent publishing house in
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