Daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1859-1865, 1860-03-10
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A contributor to the NO. Della tells, in
lively rattling way, the following story
ofhow he went into the country and what
happened there. The point of the story is
an admirable hit at the false modesty for
merly so prevalent, but now happily con-
fined to remote spots in rural districts,
which condemned young women to call
things by their wrong names, and pretend
to blush ut the pure mOdesty of honest
English.
was either born too soon or too late
There certainly must have been, or is TO
bean nge when did not, or shall not, stand
alone in my likes and dislikcs. There
must have been an age since the days of
Adam when women were willing to wear
clothes to cover them, and not for the
mere purpose of showing what regret they
felt at Ewes ever biting that forbidden
apple. Can you tell me where TO ma
wife who is willing to wear low neckcd
dresses; willing to leave washcrwomen to
monopolize short sleeves; willing to cut
her skirts an inch below thetops of hergai-
ters; willing to oshOwthat she knows howto
blush; willing to spend her'cvCnings Mt home
willing, after she is married, to bca wife;
Not in the country, as ! vainly hoped, can
one discover that treasure. A country
town is simply an exaggerated copy OF
city. There is the same formality, the same
absurdity, the same hollowness of heart.
The other morning found a pretty little
country girl, who refreshed my thirsty
spirit with her frankness and freshness.
did not dare to cultivate her Acquaintance,
lest she should disappoint me, after all, by
some assumption of ''airs." She was Il lit
tie country music teacher, and she came
nenrer my idea of what q woman ought to
be than any one have seen. AS for the
little playmate came to see, how can say
to you, to whom so proudly boasted of
her, that she is only revised edition OF Miss
Lucy Top Layer. To tell the truth, most
fashionable women look alike. There is
some variation in their height and features,
of course, but their skirts have the same
amplitude, their waists the same circum-
ference, and their busts the same dimen-
sions. Cotton and corsets have become
the chief end of woman. Every female
ought to be pro-slavery, tor northern wo-
man would consider herself ''1at,- stale
and Improbable" did she not feel that she
had at her command the staple product of
the South.
went to church last Sunday with Miss
| Angellettc. That is, 1 started out of the
house with her. At first tried to keep up
such gulf of brocade between herself and
me, that found it would be necessary to
engage a speaking trumpet for the occa-
1 sion if Iexpccted to be heard. Did draw
near her, she was brought TO sudden stop
by my stepping on her dress; if drew
back in order not to retnrd her progress in
i this way, the pauses were filled by my say
| ing one thing over and over, and her cx-
clnmation of-"I did not understand you,
0Tr. Crossbones! A little louder, Mr..
Crossbones, if you please;' and after had
/ tried first one side, thenthe other, and final
ly dropped to a safe distance behind, felt
when / reached church like an exhausted
rope walker, who had just performed his
| first feat also asked her n few days ago
to go out riding on horseback with me.-
She cave n Grlcious consent, and l half
dreamed. as / waited for her on the piazza
below. that should sec her come down
arraycd in simple habit and pretty straw
hat, looking sweet and rosy village girl.
started at hearing my name pronounced,
and turned to find her habitcd spledidly.-
Velvet hat, ostrich plumcs, gauntlet gloves,
gold mounted whip, embroidered mouchoir,
etc, etc What pleasant surprise! How
unexpected, away ont in this country tour,
n thousand miles from New York Zounds
how gracefully she mounted what case i'll
the saddleI what Zenobia with the rcinS!
Away we went, gently at first-thcn faster.
| Over the bridges with IL tramp loud enough
to awaken the slcepers; up the low hills
and down green slopes. Then came long,
t low stretch of level ground. "a race p
cried Miss Agcllette, her cheeks blszing,
her eyes flashing, excitement forcing her to
be herself by making her forget herself
She piled the whip-forward dashed our
matched steeds. We were neck and necki
then tue lady was half length ahead
She kept it. How we whfzzcd alongl the
plumcs aud ribbons tloated and tluttered.
How fine it wasl But 10! there was mis-
stcp-a stumble. Something went over the
head of Miss Angclettc's horse. drew
rein, and sprang to pick itup. There were
ostrich plumes, ribbons, gold-mounted
riding whip, gauntlets, green-clQth, and
Miss Angellette
"You are hurt!p cried, MS caught
sight of the cheeks with the flush all gone
from them, and the bright eyes dimmed.-
In my sympathy, forgave her for disaP-
pointing me in her character. j forgot
her filshionahleness. She was the laugh
ter of my fathers old friend, nova viii
lage girl whose acquaintance had travel
ed far to make. ] tried to lift her from
the dust. She groaned.
"Whcre are you hurt, my dear young
LADY," said, earnestly.
She shook her head, and still gronned.
"OnIy frightened" asked, lifting her
pale face to my bosom. @
..No, no, hurt-dreadfully hurt; but
cannot tell yOu. Oh, dear! oh dear!"
"But you must tell mo, dear Angela.
must get assistance; if you need medical
aid here, must bring it. Do confide in
me. Remember, was like a brother to
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