Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1858-06-04
For the Register.

The Lecture at the, Southern Church.
MEssRs. EDIFoRs:
Expectation was on tiptoeS day long.
yesterday, in our midst, as il was herald
ed at an early hour that Lecture upon
I" Female Influences" would be delivered
at the Southern Church, by young gen
tleman by the name of ]. D. M. Carr.
late of Chicago. The public were invit-
ed to attend;-it was to be free lecture,
the voluntary offering of resplendentfg e-
MUS at the shrine of woman's gentleness,
her character and her many graces. No
suchsinvidious distinction Off admittance.
25l cents. children half price, /" .desecrated.
the ,handbills inviting to this feast of rea>.
son and this flow of soul-we went. Pub:
lie lectures-those intended to point a
moral, those that are delivered /" free
gratis, for nothing are public property,
and therefore, with all due respect to the
lecturer, we will treat his lecture as such.
| We went expecting to hear memorable
examples of female heroism, of womanly
virtues, of bright and holy character as
emblazoned in many a page of human
history, the ameliorating example of her
purity, the bright record Of her Geathless
lNS'ObiOh w JuSSlSCB W POdOO anu W oil
the elements which make life glorious and
Respondent. but what did we hear p
Alas alas that one so young, so fair.
SO lovely as the lecturer, should have
drained the poisoned chalice held to his
lips by woman's treacherous hand, and
at this early hour in life's voyage have
had his gentle heart beguiled and disap
pointed by herutter worthlessness and de-
ceit. o what will womanhood do p
Where, in sackcloth and ashes-where.
oh where shall she hide her diminished
head" ? Like Niobe Of old, she shall sit
amid the ruins of her desolation, and a
voice of lamentation shall again go forth
from Rama. Eve, with her " lily. white
arms about the muscular neck of the pom
derous ADAM" no doubt last evening,
through spirtualism. heard what he said
of her. and shrunk back ashamed ofherself,
as well she might be. The gorgeous glare
OF human passion again, methinks, flash
ed in the eyes Of Lucrezia Borgia. "aud
her fingers, stark, bloody, long" and gilt
tering, worked convulsiyely for the goatee
and the weazand Of the youthful orator
Woman's dark and bloody record was
slapped in the face Of the audience as the
young Pottawottamie slaps in the face of
the doomed prisoner tied to the stake, the
bloody scalps he has hooked from his ia.
theirs wigwam. 1t was all up with the
sex. From the Infamous court of Bel
shazzer. through Catharne de Medicis,
through " Kastereen" OF Russia, through
all the most abandoned of the sex was
presented an alarming portraiture of wo-
mans infdelity, her corruption and her
vices. No sweet, beauteous vision of dis
interested worth of self-sacrifcing, indy
ling purity, gathered from the hoary rec
ord Of six thousand years came up to re-
Iieve the dark array; all was night, gloom
and darkness. But what right have we
poor women to complain ? 1t was a free
lecture, voluntarily administered. and
like Sancho Panza. we feel in duty bound
to bid God bless the giver. nor look the
gift horse in the mouth.
NELLY BLY,.