The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1856-1888, 1857-06-18
SHE LOOKED H1aHER.-"Mrs. Swami don't like it

SHE LOOKED HrGHER.-"M Mrs. Swami don't like j
much, [ guess. She looked higher"
Looked higher? Katy is handsome, no doubt; vel
educated, accomplished, stylish even, if you please
But pray how g high should her widowed mother
look? Would she marry her daughter to a seraph
1t seems to me that there were no very encouraging
results from the connections that of old took place
between the &C sons of God''-angles, as they are COM
monty supposed to have been-and the daughters OF
men. Mrs. Swami should be satisfied if her daugh-
tiers find human husbands, should she not, and be
thankful that they are not inhuman, instead OF
grieving that they are not s~uperhuman?
"But this Mr.. Williams is only a merchant; and
I think that the widow had somehow wished Katy to
secure a lawyer or a minister, if not somebody rich
enough to save them all from working"
Only a merchant, indeed My cousin Sarah,
there is a worse smell of unjust and snobbish arts
tOcracy about that tleer of yours, in three words, than
in q whole room full of dukes. Only a merchant
The question should be whether he is a MAN!
But L don't mean that exactly. He has no posi-
ton. lie IS not secure in his business. He has only
commenced business a year ago"
Katy is wiser than her mother, cousin Sarah !!
She didn't wish to marry q Position-people who
marry a Position generally find it an Imposition, and
a pretty sad one. l happen to know Mr.. Williams,
and he and Katy are living a wise life. His earnings
are fair, and not enormous. He has chosen the
happiness of a home for his youth, humble though it
be, rather than to await alone for riches enough to
buy him a palace and a fashionable wife when he
shall be too old to enjoy the one or to love the other
if there were to be either enjoyment or love in two
such curses.
youthful home Who wants to live in a little
bit of a house and do ones own Work?'
All, cousin Sarah you banker after a suit Of rooms
at the Clarendon, perhaps, or the Metropolitan; &C
cording to the wise distinction of the little girl, you
wouldn't iUe; you would board. A hundred dollars
a week would be nothing, would it There are too
many chances, cousin Sarah, that the husband who
would permit such fantastic doings would be nothing,
too. | tell you, women ought to marry Men, not
Dollars, nor Houses.
Won 1on>f ooro2 Won %hinGy NnS GuanD woS
right? You think you wouldn't be found doing your
own homework? 1 tell you Mrs. Swami is a goose.
l dare say you don't care. And I'll tell every young
man l see that you don't care. You 6 look higher"
too, [ presume. Remember that the felew who
"look higher than was wise, in his star-gazing,
tumbled into O ditch-and served him right. Go Gin
the spirit) and spend an evening at John Williams
house. See him come home, tired; see him forget
WEAKNESS, vexation, and every thing but his happi-
ness, in the bright atmosphere of his little library
an atmosphere frightened by the sweet presence of
his Katy more than by the pretty shaded study-lamp
-perfumed more by the love that fingers there than
by the bouquet of real live flowers, or the roses and
geraniums in the window. See them sit down together
and read the book that he has brought home, having
selected it because he thought it would please her.
Hear the sensible way in which they discuss it; he
dealing with the logic, man-ike,. and she with the
profounder feminine in~tuitions, seeing and judging
the truth and falsehood, and letting the logic alone.
Hear her singing-and him singing with her. See
the cosy supper-table. Consider the delicate plea
sures OF the soclallty which seems dlylnely ordained
to be tie compensation for the eoarseness inherent in
the idea of fOod-the pleasant, chatty talk of the
"home and foreign events of the day-the quaint
conceits which Williams sometimes utters in that dry
way Of his-the ringing laugh of sweet-voiced Katy.
Cousin Sarah, hold your tongue. Not q word.
Parties, theater concert, opera, all may go Not
that they are utterly bad, but if 1 were a woman, l
should say, Give me a MAN for a husband and a
Home to live in, before all the money, and dress,
and big houses, and hotels, and flourish and fun
merry in the whole world. And if Mrs. Swami insists
on Choking higher for her other daughters, she
had best begin forthwith to set traps to catch angels
for them, since Men won't satisfy her.-Lye Illus
rated.