Daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1859-1865, 1860-03-17
ALooIe i'm 81 the Roudoir.

| ALook In at the Boudoir.
| The United States Journal has depart
ment which it calls The Boudoir, "a
cheerful, cosy, comfortable nook, in
which we find deposited many pretty
things, and trifles of emusic, mirth, and
sunny airs of home" The first article in
the Boudoir tells us what the mud
promises, and will be generally very con-
soling during this muddy, windy month of
March:
Hold up your skirt daintily, little maid
en-, even If you do show the least little
glimpse of those slender ankles; and tie
your bonnet strings surely, for the ways
are mud-defled and the wild March winds
are blowing Who knows but that
Giving your bonnet under your chin
You may tie the heart Of young man in"
Hope so, anyhow, and blush at your
own unconfessed hope. If anticipation be
more sweet than realization, then this
should BIO the crowning month of the
year. 1t is eminently the month of hope
| of looking forward, of faith in a "better
time coming" There is nothing but mud
in the fence-corners, mud IN the path
Iacross the wheat-field, sinking depths OF
miro even under the maple-trees; but we
know that under that dark, disagrecable,
dirty covering, the germs of the violcts
nestle safe and warm-that in few days
| or weeks of sunshine, they will come up,
along with the sweet, fresh grass, and
beautify these fence-corners and bye-ways
that the delicate anemones will rise up
like spirits of loneliness beneath the maple
trees; and that clusters and consultations
of dandelions will CLEAN like golden stars
all over the meadow and down into the
very road, almost under the ruthless
wagon wheels. What charming lesson
of hope and faith is this-like all of the
teachings OF nature, would we but listen
TO her 'fstill, small voice" Then take up
vour dainty skirts, cheerily, little maiden,
and sing, as you pick way through du-
bious paths-they are all making ready to
bloom beneath those lightfeet;-the winds
that tangle your curls SO saucily are full
of invisible flower seeds, and not more
surely will summer time come to the
dreams and fancies now slumbering in
your breast, than to the blossoms which
underlie this dreariness.
In speaking of the fashions, the Boudoir
mentions that the Goddess of Fashion has
appeared upon the prominade in the Bal
moral petticoat, and hopes
The scarlet skirt may reign triumphant
until the month of mud be past, and be
discarded when the springs carpet OF
flowers and green grass is laid down and
fastened with those golden tacks, the
dandelions.
In its pleasantly, the Boudair has some
thing agreeable to say for that great source
of discomfort, the multiplicity of small
poets. 1t can't see why everybody
shouldn't write poetry
Need we number the roses of June or
| the butterflies Of summer-the robins of
the wood, the bees among the clover? If
it does Everybody" good to sing, and
futter their little day through, who shall
prevent? The roses fade, the millions of
insects shrink and die, and the voices of
the merry birds are heard no more in the
land OF course only the exulting, the
heaven crowned few can live in the i'm
mortality of fame-but because all birds
are not nightingales, shall they therefore
| be debarred from trilling their simpler
notes? Perhaps the owl listens to its own
hootings with an admiring ear-let us not
shock his vanity. Tastes differ,-and ma
| ture will express ITSELF Let us not quar-
rel with it.
Nora Perry's poem-the "Shctland
Shawl"-is introduced and commented
upon
| "Siauy trcmulous hope and care,
| Many loving wish and prayer,
| With the blissful dreams of one who stood
At the golden gate of womanhOod;
The little maiden's tireless hands
| Wave in and out ofthe shining strands.
|
| As fresh and pure the sad young face,
| Tie snowy shawl with its clnging grace
Seems fitting vail for form so fair;
| But who would think what R talo of care
Ofloye and griefand faith, might all
| Be folded up in a Shetland Shawlf"
Almost any woman might think it,
for women's hearts are full of intuitive
knowledge which makes them conscious
of hidden truths, and teaches them, they
scarce know how, more things than are
dreamed of in mems philosophy.
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