Lewistown gazette. [volume] (Lewistown, Pa.) 1843-1944, 1860-04-19
THURSDAY, APRIL 10, 1860.

bic the man we have just dined with, yet
having a due regard for the courtesies of
life, (we call our fear of what injuries he
may do us and our dread of an crpose of
our own weakness-courtesie in this in
stance,) we cannot find words to express
our admiration of his character We
leave his presence thoroughly convinced
that he is a consummate villain, and We
pronounce him so to our first acquaintance
we encounter.
Father Confessor Society, are we not ac-
knowledging the truth?
The ladies, too, whose ruby lips are nev-
er parted save to utter such sweet pleasan-
tries, such kindly words of comfort-ah !.
they are not guilty of these sins of commits
sion. Oh, certainly not " hat an unseen
ly churl is he who dare malign their char
acter for truth and veraeity. Yet, oh,
Father Confessor, let Us have a revelation
of their clustered penitence of the con
fessions they, like all Of US, must make in
the cloisters of the mind, with unforgiying
conscience in waiting with the dreadful
scourge Of remorse.
How amiable are the fair and fashiona-
bic daughters of Eve to each other in pub
lic yet, how merciless in private! What
love Of a woman" says Mrs Boles to
Mrs Coles in reference to Mrs. poles, so
amiablc in disposition; really she is worthy
Of any ones esteem and confidence
Whereupon, Mrs Boles in the next
breath tells Mrs. Foles, who dosn't like
Mrs Doles, what an odious, abominable
creature that Mrs. Doles is. do detest
her hypocritical pretences. | can scarcely
endure her presence. Ugh! / don't see
how the brazen thing can dare to face me
At this instant Mrs. Doles appears, coming
up smilingly to Mrs Boles. The twain
embrace, and Mrs. Boles exclaims, with all
the apparent sincerity of an earthly saint,
Oh my dear Mrs. Doles! [ was just
this instant speaking of you to Mrs. Foles.
| was saying how lonesome we should be
without you here. [ have almost made up
my mind to scold you for being so late
Take off your furs; here, Mary, take Mrs.
| Doles' furs, rubbers, and bonnet. No mo,
[ insist; you must stay for tea
Ten minutes later while Mrs Boles is
! dOSGuG HUN LHc pdllOI JUS. bOICS Wills
pers to Mrs. Coles, What smooth faced
simpleton Mrs Boles is. She is so vulgar
in her ways, and she does keep such mixed
company Really, if it hadn't been that
wanted to see you, [ should not have
called. Oh, here she is
Such conversations are considered as
social amenities They arc not deceits.-
Oh, no. Not the vilest and at the same time
the most absurd of sins. Ladies, we are
told, are like Metamora, and 'can not lie >
| They are only deceitlul in a social point Of
view, not personally. They cannot be
held accountable, personally, for the com
missions Of such sins as form the foUnda
ton of fashionable society, and its only
maintenance-sociality only.
Now that the writer of this odious ar
ticle' has ventilated a suficiency of exam
pies of the little deceits Of society, shall
we abolish them? Shall we have no more
deceits, no more hypocrisy, no more sham?
/ Emphatically, yes; we must have them
| Were VIC all to speak to each other as we
! think, at all times and in all places, every
man and woman of US would be deadly
hostile to every one else. There would be
no friendships, no gossip, nothing but dire
and continuous sniveling, pickering and
misery. Soirees, Reunions, tete-a-tetes
Christmas rejoicings, New Years festivi
ties, none of them would we have. We
would stare at each other, fight like cats
and dogs; groan and growl, and mayhaI
the most excitable would 60 mad with an
ger. Not one of us that would, were the
veil of other peoples opinion lifted so tha
each Of US would " see oursel as ithers see
us" or could think himself or herself otheI
than the most abject, worthless being OIL
earth except-those he or she hated.
Queer but substantial necessities, thest
little deceits which we daily practice, t.
which those oftenest resort who are th,
loudest mouthed in condemning the grea
bugbear, " The Hypocrisy of Society"