The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1856-05-28

NY 1rhole is the name of a most common vice,
Confined to nation place. g5 So
But, wherever you hear my third raise his
voice,
My aphole stares you square in the face.
DOOLITTLE. Jr.
Answer next week.
Il t For the Spirit of Democracy.
Mr. EDITOR In a late number of
your paper l noticed a letter written by
some fighting female, somewhere in our
country, giving to the young men of her
village, (and for aught know our village
too, particular fits for their manner of
courting, SC. And being young man
myself-one possessed with indomitable
courage, together with an insatiate ambi-
ton for the glories to be achieved in war
/ therefore am emboldened to take up
arms in self defence--equip myself with
the all powerful weapon of LUTHER, and
march forward to meet my great enemy
on the field of battle; and if possible
avenge our wounded honor. And as /
consider this the boldest attack ever made
upon our ranks, 1 call loudly and implicit
ly upon al! our young men who are in the
habit of "courting without getting mar
rice" to rise up and vindicatc their rights.
Or bright character is impeached. our
sacred honor is assailed, and we are about
to be hurled into that unfathomable abyss
where Milton's satan q
s.' Wandered from the wrath of Heaven,"
or at least, doomed to suffer all the pangs
and horrors Of BAeHEteRbeM 40, ye
Gods! must we endure it?' Nay verify,
II, for one, would rather be lashed through
| life, by the tongue of a scolding wife, OIL
squeezed to death by pretty girl, than
to live and die a BACHELOR. $50
Mr.. Editor, it is lamentable truth
that in our country, we have great, deal
of courting, that. as Sis remarks, is
never brought to a focus" and presume
that she is honest in imputing the faultto
the young men. But were to detail my
experience, how sadly different would be
the tale. How often has my heart been
irresistibly drawn 10 some fair damsel who
| yainly thought returned my affections.
How devotedly have loved, how madly
have adored some bright being. whose
sweet smiles beguiled me on to -wretched-
ness. How often, when my soul has been
filed with unspeakable happiness-when
my Imagination has been basking in the
sunshine of future bliss--how often, say,
have my brightest hopes been dashed to
Earth by that heart-rending monosyllablc
No. But have not the language to do
Justice to the subject. I would that l
possessed the eloquenee of a Demosthenes
or Cicero; then in the language OF
Shakespeare could q tale unfold whose
slightest words would harrow up your
soul, freeze your young blood, make your
eyes like unruly stars, start from their
spheres. and your locks to stand like quills
upon the fretful porcupine "
But l forbear. Suffice it to say that I
feel myself an injured man; that /" have
been sighted, my petitions trampled under
foot, and that ! have been spurned with
eontempt" by score Of those self-same
angels, who have -
"Slnieu upon me 20 deceive
Aud leave my hear. in wretciedness."
! They complain. too, that when they
think we are just ready to marry them,
some slick haired chap will step in and
knock it all into pi." Now in all candor,
who should complain? Shall they be al
lowed to impugn our motives. because
forsooth, they allow o fellow with mus
tacAes to "cut US out,' aud triae with
their affections? No sir, it shall not be.
If there is any harm done here, we ore
the sufferers, and it is Of this very thing
that complain. In this particular the
ladies very much remind me of an old
farmer in our neighborhood, who, when bt
has anything to sell. always asks the high
est market price; and when his price is
offered him, he must have too cents more
1 So it is with great many Of the females
Ii one has a good oner,s She thinks, "Well
am coming up, perhaps / can do better
still, will wait and see."
SO it goes on; she receives offer aftcl
offer, always rejecting and always think
! ing the next one will be better, until a
last she left without suitor, and forced
to cry out, 20, the iaeonstancy of young
men," or perhaps she is obliged to take
some "bogus chap all "mustaehes ant
starch" But why should they complain
of US, after all this; not one of rs eve
told them to discard US and place thei
affections upon slick looking fops. Ali Q
us have popped the question" !" time an
again, and now we must submit to abus
for not doing that which we have so oste
tried to do--namely-get married
But although cannot agree with m