The weekly Butte record., 1861-03-30
NO. 21

"SuE WoRKs FOR LIVING. - Commend
US to the girl of whom it is sncerinsly said,
"she works for a living :" in her We are always
sure to find the elements Of true woman--a
real lady True, we are not prepared to see
mincing step, naughty lip, a fashionable
dress, or hear a string of splendid nonseme
about the balls and young men, the new novels
and the next party-no, 10 but we are pre-
pared to hear the sound words of good sense,
language becoming women, a neat dress mild
bow, and to witness movements that would not
disgrace an angel.
You who are looking for wives and compan-
ions, turn from the fashionable, lazy, naughty
girls, and select one from those who work for II
living and never-our word for twill you
repent your choice. You want substantial
friend, and not doll helpmect, and not n
helpeat counselor, and not sinpleton.--
You may be not able to carry piano into
your house, but you can buy a spinning wheel
or set of kuittngneed!cs. If yoI cannot
purchase every new novel, you may be able TO
take some valuable paper lfyou cannot buy
a ticket for ball you car visit some afflicted
neighbor.
BE careful, then, when you look for compan-
ions, and when you choose. We know many
a foolish man who instead of choosing an III
dustrious and prudent woman for a wife, took
one from the fashionable stock, and is now Ia
mcnting his folly in dust and ashes. He ran
into the fire with his eyes wide open and who
but himself is to blame?
The time was when the ladies went visit
ing and took their work with them. This is
the reason why we had such excellent mothers.
How would gay woman look in fashionable
circle darning her fathers stockings, or card
ing wool to spin Would not her companions
laugh at her? And yet such woman would
be prize to somebody. Blessed is the man
who chooses for his wife from the despiscd
girls "who work for their living. --Erchdnge.
A THoUGHT OF DGATH.-To die This
warm heart 10 be still and cold forever these
limbs that are now so active, to lie motioness
in the coffin these eyes to be closed on all
they have loved-still closed. though passion
ate kisses and tears should fall upon them. 1t
is a strange thought What would the soul
be doing 'hen? What would it think Of the
few real mourners who bent over the wornout
tenement it had left forever? How would it
look upon those who had heaped curses upon
that unconscious head in life, and who came to
gloat over their work, when hate and anger
and revenge could do no more? | can sec the
small procession enter the bury ground l
can see the wet day, the drying leaves, and the
gray and sombre sky. There are children
peepng through the railings of the grave yard
fence, with half frightened, half interested air.
There are one or two it may be, standing be-
side the open grave, who have loved, and
memory is busy in their hearts, aud they can
veep-lhe rest are silent. They lower the
coffin to the damp, dark grave; some one
bends forward, and the first sods rattle down
with sharp, pittiless sound. They shudder
and look up at the cloudy sky, as if they feared
to see spirit there. The grave is filed and
sods laid upon 1.-THE procession passes slowly
from the lonely place. 1t might be that those
who wept, turn to look at the mound they are
leaving behind, as the iron gate closes after
them but it is but glance-they turn away
and sigh-then step into waiting carriages aud
are wheeled away. The lonely grave remains
behind, and the rain falls. and the sobbing au-
tumn wind whirls the wet and withcred leaves
around. 1t is dreary picture