Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1859-09-16

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lie. both be punished or both 90 free
II il be in women a shameful thing,
What is it ia man, now2 Come be just
tRemember, she falls through her love for him,
lie through his selfish lustD
Tel me what Is done the wretch
WHO iempts, and riots in woman's fall?
His father curses, aud casts him OFF,
His friends forsakei He ia scorned Of aIY
Not he; his judges are men like himself
Or thoughiless women, who humor their
within
Young blood Wild oats'-Bettcr hush Il up;
HEY soon forget it--in him!
Even his moiher-who ought to know
The woman nature, and how il was won
Frames thousand excuses for him,
Because, forso5th the man is her soul!
You have daughters, Madame the told Inc SOL
Fair innocent daughters-'Woman what then p
some mother mNy have a soon like yours
Bid them beware Of men
] saw his coach in the street to-day,
Dashing along, along on the sunny side,
With lvered driver on the box;
LollIHg back in her listess pride,
he wife OF his bosom took the air;
She was bought in the mart where hearts are
sold.
gave myself away for his love-
she sold herlclr IOr his gold.
lie lives, they say, in princely way,
Flattered and ieasted. One dark night
Some devil led to pass his house,
saw the windows a blaze Of light,
The music whired in a maddening round
heard the fall Of the dancers feet
Bitter, bitter the thoughts had,
Standing there in the street
back to my gaudy den went,
Marched to my room In grim despair,
Dried my eyes, painted my cheeks,
And fixed flower or two in my hair
COrks were popping, wine was flashing,
seized a bumper, and passed it down.
one must do something to kill the time.
And fit ones sell for the town.
meet his boy IN the park sometimes,
Aud my heart runs over towards the child,
a frank little fellow with fearless eyes,
he smiles at me as his father smiled!
hate the man, but love the boy,
For think what my own had it lived would
be-
Perhaps it is he. come back from the dead,
To bis father, alas not me-
but stand too long in the shadow here,
Let me out in the light again,
Now for insult, blows perhaps,
Aud. bitterer still, my own disdain,
take my place in the crowd Of men,
Not like the simple women | see;
You may cheat them, men as much as yot
please
You wear no masks with ne
know vel Under your honeyed words
There turks a serpenti your oaths are lies;
There's lustfu fire in your hungry hearts,
see it flaming up in your eyes!
Cling TO them. ladies, aud shrink from me,
Or rail not my bo'dness-We have you done
Madame, your husband knows me well;
Mother know your son
But 60 y0ur ways, aud I'll go mine;
Call me opprobrious names if you will;
The truth is bitter think have He'd;
harlot" Yes, but woman still!
God said Of old toa woman like inc,
Go sin no more or the Bibles lie;
Bat you, you mangle his merciful words
To- Go, and sin till you die
De- the word has pleasant sound,
The sweetest I've heard for many year;
Il seems TO promise an end to pain,-
Any way,ii viii end it-herel
suppose throw myself in the street?
Before the horses could tramp me down,
Some would be friend might snatch me up.
Aud thrust me back on the iowa!
But look, the river. From where stand
lsse il, alnos; hear II flow,
Down on the dark and lonely pier
d is but step-I can end my wo?
plunge, a splash, and al will be Ger,
The death-black waters will drag me down
God knows where! But no matter where.
So ! en- on Of the town.