The weekly Columbian., 1857-01-17
Managing a Woman.
:. Show me man that can manage woman.
[Oid Block


[Oid Block.
Do you speak from experience, Mr..
Block Or, are you so far without the
pale of woman's influence. that you have
become a misanthrope! If not, look
around you. and see, # among your ac-
quaintances, there are not few who
make exceptions. Can you find none {!
Then, let me point you to two or three
of mine.
Do you see, that pale, care-worn wo-
man, with high intellectual blow, and no.
BILE, dignifed mien? She sits alone. in
her little cottage, tonight, keeping sleep
less vigil over little piece Of clay, which
seems all too dainty for the cold earth
vet to recover. The little child, the last
of three, who has, for days past, strug-
gled on the confines of eternity, is dead
The lamp in the little front parlor, emits
feeble light-emblem of the hope that
is dying out in the mothers heart. God
pity her-the time was, when her heart
was as blythe as a May sunbeam; but
welded to an Incorporate brute, who
has, long since, ceased to regard her
otherwise than as slave to his caprices
there is nothing left to her, but the grave
Her weary, throbbing head will soon re-
cline, on the dark, damp, welcome pill
low. The little babe, her bright and
beautiful boy-for whom her last proud
hopes were garnered up, has only gone
before-the waves of the Jordan of death
are already dashing over her fail form
and the friends of her youth, those who
know how to appreciate her excellence
are far, far away.
| have not asked concerning her histo-
ry. only know she lives in the alley,
near our house; and, that she is poor and
destitute, and her husband has managed
to crush the loving, guileless heart, that
ventured her life's happiness in his keep
ing.
Let me introduce you to another
There is my friend, Annie P, Mr.
Block" | was her bridesmaid fifteen
years ago-the white orange wreath, and
the snowy satin dress, were not less pure
than the heart that beat so confdingly
beneath them. She was most beautiful /;
but, it is said, "intellect and heart are the
worst dover of nature," and she possess
ed both. That attachment came nearest
my idea of love-match, than any had
met with. He, the proud, the noble
hearted, and so handsome, and, like the
heroes in the old romances, with strong
arm to battle with the, caprices of fortune;
and she, the sweet innocent being, who
looked up to him, with such child-like
dependence, as one superior to herself
1t seemed as if they were formed for each
other. When she gave her hand at part
ing, tear trembled in her eye, for we
were to see each other no more-for
years-perhaps never But letter
came, telling me of all the deep bliss
which she enjoyed in her new home-an
out flowing of a heart fluttering and trem-
bling with an excess Of Joy; intensely
beautiful were the strange day dreams
which filled her soul. 1t spoke of lovers
walks, of fireside readings, and of two
loving hearts. Years went by. on the
wings of light and shadow, and strange
things were told of Edward P. First,
a rlmor came that he had become
spend-thrift, and then, a gambler-and
finally, that he had committed crime,
for which he was obliged to flee to elude
the officers of the law; it proved from
the latter he was exculpated by some le-
gal technicalities, but the former was
too true. | wish could picture to you,
Annie, just as she is-her inner and out
er self-she is as white, as fail, and as
pure as lilly, yet, she has strong wo-
manly character-a perfect contrast to
her husband. Could you read her heart,
you would there see only the records of
disappointed hopes and inward conflict
OF her experience. They met with re-
verses, aud had not the courage to brave
misfortune, and meet it hecoically, and is
now the self-indulgent, exacting man you
see him. He managed to squander his
own and his wife's fortune, and now seeks
the gaming table to retrieve his losses,
and the wine-cup to dull his sense of hon.
or.
| was sitting alone, in my quiet little
sanctum, the other evening, when the
door opened, and Annie entered; but the
bright, .joyons girl of years ago stood not
before me. She came to lay her head
upon the only breast that could sympa-
thize with her in this land of strangers
to tell me of her hearts sorrow. She
says, "an awful thought has obtruded it
self upon me oflate-that of leaving my
husband and returning home--what shall
| do Z" Do no such thing, sail /, it is a
fearful step for wife to take. Be the
same angel you always have been, and