The Abbeville banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1847-1869, 1857-06-25
WOMEN AND MARRIAGES.

WOMEN AND MARRIAGES.
We take this remarkable passage from
Whitty's Frieds Of Bohemia" Tor
"Knaves and Fools" as the American pub.
fishers style it,) a satirical novel Of London
life, which is creating sensation, just at
present, in English literary circles: "Tbero
is an endless mystery between the Sexes
They have, in their most educated state. at
least, very little notion of one another. A
woman brings forth manchild, and to her
dying day never understands the man.
The man who has most knowledge of men
has least knowledge of women; to under
stand woman needs a refined, delicate, in.
qu'sltive turn, that masculinity is seldom
equal to. What ludicrous women the po-
cts create; take Miltons Eve, for instance |!
What absurd men have been skotched on
paper by Understanding women take
Mrs. Cores, for instance. Let pl,ilosopbi-
cal people mention the reason; let Others
be content with the fact. Men believe in
the patience of women. Compliment the
animal on anything else, but not on that ::
it is donkey's quality. Were it her quail
ity, we should not dotc on her. Her fail
ings are those of the higher bred animal.
1t is her want of patience Which is her
! charm and curse.
did you ever notice woman driving a
pair of ponies? 1t is very pretty, but very.
peculiar. She puts the teased things to
their topmost speed. She is always whip
ping their dodging flanks. She is always
clutching the galvanized reins. She is al
ways looking right and left, twisting and
tossing her Enthusiastically covered head two
ways at once. She sees the mighty buses,
and avoids them hundreds of yards before
they come up. She goes ten feet too much
on ono side in clearing the rushing cab or
whrlins chariot. Again, did you ever see
woman crossing the road What pa
tience-that is to say, what fright! what
dashing forward and driving back! and
when, at crisis, she scuds, how recklessly
high does she disclose tile excited hose
So in marriage. Doubtless, when we'll har-
messed, and the groaning char.a-bunc.
branching over the mud, is full of children,
she pulls steadily the scorched collar wthal.
But how she skits, and scampers, and shies,
and jumps at first! Theresc had character,
not thought. She did-she didn't think
and was miserable. Very likely, marriage
is sometimes chains of flowers. But you
pluck and pull at the garland nervously.
and it's soon an affair Of stalks and stalks
hurt if you kick against them. But the
regular chains are worn by the adept con-
vlct with comfort. The disaster in marri
age is, that the sweet delusions of the COM
ing happiness, to be caught and fondled.
maintains the unsyllogistic soul in an un
philosophical state. In the condemned cell.
where affairs arc realized, prisoners always
sleep we'll. And yet there are some of our
statesmen complacently chattering about a
new law of divorce. Bah it is the desti.
ny of humanity to marry and regret it
and the law should beware the casualties
that occur to those who step between man
and wife in the assuaging commotion that
tempers domestic bliss. Life is a desert.
Profound thought! Marriage and mirage
arc the same thing, differently spelt; but
does it do the caravan any harm, to believe
in water? When you are thirsty, the next
best thing to having water, is to believe
that you are going to have it. Live the
mirage! Live marriage! But it is a
wasby subject. Next to single life, marri-
age is the most ludcrous and the most in
s'pid OF all lives.-Honae Journal.