Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1859-10-27

The papers of the country for some time,
have been filled with the Aladdin story of
the wealthy Spanish Don, and Miss Bartlett
of Maine He is millionaire in New York,
and she lady of beauty and character, who
has captivated him. She has only to say as
Caesar said reni ridi pici. She has given
herself to him, and is to become his lawfully
welded wife. Her wedding jewels are to
amount to half million, and her sister is to
receive as wedding present, hundred
thousand in jewels. Tho splendor of their
euuipage makes u stir and hutter whenever
it appears on Fifth Avenue, or Broadway,
their names are in the mouths Of all people
But we must exclain, Poor Woman How
little she knows what she is doing She mar
ries for what2 For love ?--for the sympathy
and support of strong and manly heart IN
the turmoil of life? No, she marrios Tor
wealth. Like the poor moth Of summers
eve, she sees the Don glitteling in his gold
with an irresistible blaze of light, she is drawn
into it, and the result is--iBevitable. He
does not understand her language as she
understands tho does not understand her
heart, her sympathies, her wants, her aspira-
tons At home do most people look for the
pleasures of married life she has not, or his
not to have husband who can understand
her home He blazes in the street, in the
theatre, in the ball room, and there she seeks
to be his companion TO share in his glory.
But in those long hours OF retirement and
quiet that her heart will long for, where will
be her comfort, her comforter. When she
pronounces the last word that binds her to
to him, it is the seal to that glad spirit of the
girl which the woman must retain it she
would be happy.
No, her fate is yet to be written, will yet
be recorded in those journals that now herald
her victory. She will not be pronounced u
wise woman. The days will come when she
will wish she had married simple John OF
George, the mech mic or the farmers boy Of
her native town, and in some humble cottage
had found that peace that the decorated par.
lor, the gded saloon, the city palace will for
ever deny her. She is too much filled with
the ruling passion of the American, the love
of gold. On that alter, she is sacrificing
what OF beauty, OF virtue, OF quleI loVe'J
womanhood, she now may have. Life cal
!, not be all glitter. The hour will come wher
she will want strong, sympathetic. anC
understanding heart and head to lean upon
when the paug, the sorrow, which lies in TIT
/, bottom of that cup that she is now so thought
i lcssIy placing to her lips, will touch her BLOOD
and send trouble through every vein. ANT
), can the Spaniard understand the American
4 girl? Can he minister to those little wants
that make up the sum Of the wants Of life, a
) one of the same blood, social habit, socia
culture, and manners could? No, the da,
I must come when those jewels will turn t
Il rings and bracelets of fire, and she can no
shake them off when that gold will becom
a nightmare sitting upon her night and day
because she has erected it into god, an
. has sacrificed to it all in her that is woman
!. ly.
i If any motive aside from common love
\ common sympathy, common social culture
% common wants and aspiration cause two pee
"a pie to marry, the last days will be bitter an
d solitary.