The weekly north Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1857-1867, 1863-09-02
WHOLE NO. 359.
Male FlirtS.

Male Flirts.
1t is very we'll for the gentlemen 10 be.
gin to grow serious or the subject of female
Irritation, and utterly overlook the beam in
their own eyes, while they pay unremittinc
attention to the mote in ours. Very we'll,
I say, for this is an age of humbuz, and i,
is just barely possible that they may sue.
coed in inducing some innocent country
person, who never reads the daily papers,
to believe that they wouldn't do so on any
account, and that Irritation is utterly con.
fined to the female potion Of the popula.
ton. But we know, for all that, I've who
live in the city, that, as a drop Of water is
to the Atlantic Ocean, SC is the Irritation oil
women when compared with that of men,
Mind, l don't approve Of a coquettc. She
is a heartlsss, silly, contemplate creature
enough; but her power to harm is very
limited, after all. Consider the ALBANIAN.
tine hearts she has to practice upon. Re.
member that, after all, she can only smile,
and chat, and look her prettiest; and that q
mar can settle the question decisively at
any moment, should he grow weary of the
sport, by saying boldly, DO you love me p
Twill you marry me ?" To which interro.
gatory she is obliged to answer, Eyes" or
mo" Now the girl herself does not pos.
sess this power. She must remain utterly
in the dark as to the gentleman's intentions,
until he declares himself. Often she is
mistaken, and gives her heart utterly into
the keeping of some one who cares nothing
for her; and, some times she mistakes deep
love for common place friendship.
A male firt is ten times more dangerous
to society than a female Air.. What man
does net remember some time in his early
life, after he has entered upon the world.
and ceased to worship idle beauties and
fall in love with some middle-agcd danss.
use, charming when. clad in floating gauze
and white satin CATERS, she hutters before
the foot-lights, but "quite the reverse"
when she is met in real life, with neither
rouge nor lilywhite, satin or gauze about
her, but clad in very dingy calico-who
does not remember, at this period of his
life, going at midsummer to some Quiet
country place to breathe fresh mountain
air, and play the angle? You certainly do,
Adolphus: you can't deny it There were
fresh and fresher hearts at that country
place bright skies and eyes brighter and
just as blue; roses and checks which Wed
with each other in their crimson-and you
enjoyed your visit immensely.
There was a girl there you remember
her-a bright, beautiful creature, innocent
and pure, with a breath sweeter than The
clover which your feet trod down and
crushed in your morning rambles. Was she
a lirt? Poor little thing. she did not
know what Irritation was; if she had, she
would have steeled herself against you
you, who only came to that quiet country
place to amuse yourself.
She was pretty, but not the sort of beau.
ty you would have been proud to exhibit
among your fashionable friends, (for you
were fashionable; , she knew nothing of the
world, less Of literature, and had never
heard Of the opera her music was, like that
Of the the wild birds about her, natures
untutored melody.
You would not have married her: IF you
had, your friends would have cut you dead
YOU would have aston,shed aood society
i"to "a -fai.,tisg III! But, Oh! how deii-
cious you firted with her under the old an.
pie trees in her fathers orchard. How she
gave you her true, genuine, golden love in
exchange for your gilded dross! How she
believed you a hero, an Apollo, and a true.
hearted lover, when you were nothing but
a common place, ordinary-iooking male
after all! You passed some months
very pleasantly ; YOU parted tende,ly. leav.
ing her in tears, foolish tears, for You were
back so soon.
Did you ever 60 back Were you at
another country place, flirting with another
girl. next summer, at the same
time? You know you were. And that
girl waited for you, ana watched for
you, and wept for you, and treasured your
false memory in her innocent heart, and
faded away into a sou old maid, wan and
wrinkled before her time. And all for
The other day, some one spoke Of that
place to you "Had you ever been
there ?"
Eyes! You remember it some years ago;
you caught some fine trout up there; and.
by the way, there was a pretty girl, who
seemed to take quite a fancy to you while
you were there-a very pretty girl-and
1Ou had a Wee little flIrtation."
She, sour old maid that she is, treasures
bunch Of leaves you gathered to,
a ring you placed upon her finger,
and a kerchief you accidentally left behind
you, still.
Oh !! male flirts ! male firts /! What wom-
en- ever did so much harm? You have fir
ted with fifty others since: you have actu-
loved some one. perhaps. and are maj
ried. Upon those one and fifty hirtations
you look back. laughingly, as merry little
Upon n and fifty hearts are
he scars OF terrible wounds. all the worse
or being hidden. Women love once, and
'nce only A man may love a hundred
lines; therefore a male Ajrt is far the worst
or he breaks every heart he toys with.
while a women can only bruise her vic
inns.