The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1856-02-21

fore the. blazing firc--looking for all the
world, like 8 shirt on a bean. pole ~ Re-
minds me Of an answer lady once gave ME.
Il saw some sort of an eundergar,nent, once, !,
Edrying before the fire, like my shirt.
Miss" said to a young lady in the room,
"can you inform me what that outIandish.
thing isin =,
That she answered, blushing, sis a
Ishynsp,ysef.4 - n .ssIs s,..l .stss 1
+: She didn't think heard her, when she
muttered iE a low tone, "l'll bet my old shoes
that man isn't married ~
Aqueer name, truly--that s'shymmysct,"
should think shimmy-rest or hang, would be
good deal more proper.
Ten o'clock as / live; and church will com.
mence in half an hour. How can Fever gel
ready shall have to wear the shirt rs il
is. As good luck would have il, the bosom
isn't wet and that's the only part shown, il
won't make a "diff of bitterancen A great
practice-that of putting the best on the
outside" Bosoms are no exception--and
who can tell how many bosoms--bosoms
white as the driven snow---C Clisn't every one
has good wasli-wo,nan) bosoms that rise
and swell like the heaying of the ocean-(or
a saoeH clerl) and cause real bosoms to swell
di,toA-are. when you search below false as
'ny wig, and fastened to the body BY false
strings Thank my stars, never wore
| false bosom, and never Wilt
Well, at last have got to church-but
with q heart in which "angry passions RISE"
and in state of mind very unfit for that ho.
! ly place. Somehow the chimes Of the old
bell don'tsound as sweet as it is wont, and
the singing of the choir, though always beau
/ &c, L.
All when :he heart is not right, how vain
the hope of deriving pleasure from religion,
or indeed, anything else. -..,....
What cracked voice tho minister has
got! declare, it reminds me of tue broken
wash bowl! All there's Miss Susan Cab
BILE. Susan is a sensible sort of a woman,
rather old--but then, she's not one Of the
sort that "never grows Old" There's a
great deal Of comfort in knowing that
though person may change outwardly
there's something fasting within, that defies
| even the ravages of time. And in the hour
of death it must be sweet to know that you
can leave behind you q name that can "nev.
er grow old. ,.-.....
Susan dosen't belong to this class-very
| few do. Let me see I've about to come to
the conclusion that want wife--if don't
marry, I'm afraid my name will grow old
the day after I'm dead--inasmuch az I am
the last of "my noble family" the last of
! three brothers-all bachelors to the last
This is one very serious objection to single
blessedness--a fellows name is apt to die
away; aud on that account should advise
no one to be a bachelor---is they can help IL.
1t wouldn't work well in the long run !; were
the world--the masculine portion--one vast
society Of "Shakers" or bachelors, it would
be world of hypocrites--and the human
family would Of course die away Speaking
of "Shakers," believe, had been Shaker
in my youth, / should have been married
long ere this. Mankind is avcrse to being
fettered, womankind ditto chain them down
to rules and regulations--make them 90 to
church six times every Sunday---forbid in
terconrse between the sexes, while young
and they're mighty aptto kick in the traces,
and oyerset the fondest wishes of their mstal
ken guardians. ,ar 9.5
/ believe I'll see Miss Susan Gabble home
after meeting.
a great notion to throw my boot at him. l
do hate long sermons; I'm a great lover Of
the 'tshort and sweet doctrine, and believe
that even link Of pleasure can be too 'long
drawn out" -
! At last services ended. The last psalm is
sung, the last prayer is offered, the benedici
tion--there goes Susan. s"Now comes the
tug lofwar." .e .fsaz .ssl i,
"Miss Gabble--Miss Susan Gabble--alow
me, my dear madame on account of the sim
iltude of our ages--to-to-haye the su-
preme felicity--to"---- a.
| Why, what look! guess she never
spoke to gentleman before.
sour ages, indeed: I'd have you to
know, sir, that I'm not SO old as to DO obiig
ed to wear false hair, and false set of teeth
| andn---s yg So
II don't wear false bosom, plague take
lyoul--n yet a. cotton bosom
Home, sweet home." says Payne--and
thus says Phumble. How dear to my heart
| is bachelors hall, after the exhibition have
just had Of woman's lack Of sense!, Susan
Cable too old for me just as if didn't
went courtin' of her many and many's the
night--fye and twenty years ago; Ito my
shame i tell it)--just as II she wasn't proud
Of me, and would have become Mrs. Plum
bic for the asking and just as il she was as
young now as she was five and twenty years
ago. Oh, Susan Susan Gabbls; too we'll