The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1865-11-03
Communication.
[For the Perry sburg Journal.
DECEPTION.

1
How small the word yet the sole Foundation Of a
grcot dCol Of evil. meet almos, daily, those with
whom have associated, and termed friends
sometimes pass them upon the pavement, with
eyes sparkling like toads after thunder show
er,' over the downfall Of scme fellow creature,
whom they at first sought TO bring into their circle
tpcrhaps for sake OF convcuicnce), but finding the
new one possessed Of an Independent mind, sutli-
cient to prevent having every idea changed at the
rustic Of the wind, or signal hcm some notorious
gossip, the euyious ones, robed in deception, con
clude to dsarranGc the business Of their friends
bring them to terms Of their own, and have matters
Strengthened up generally. In The paror behold
them (scarcely visible for lily-wlitc and water
fallsl, while their winning smiles rest upon me as
If were "the last rose Of summer, " ahcm--" How
eSceedinRly happy woarc to see you do stay, please
do, or shall be really offended Il appears like an
age since you were here, &c. but having studied
human nature, until readily comprchen the sem
timcnts oCpewous in q few moments conversation,
! consequently ask to be excused, and MS my foot-
steps rccode to the path of true onos, how those
brilliant orbs, above mentioned, beam upon another
caller. Sweety she tells her that q" Miss Maria
just callcd, was beautifully dressed, but--who
knows where her money comes from? Aud what
very imprudent appearing girl she isl How she
lirted at the last party with Mt. O.. A regular co.
qucttc Think sometimes that I'll have nothing
more to do with her But then, don't for Heavens
sake, tell her that said anything" Certainly
not III never breathe one word of IT," But, UNI
fortunately for CapiIola, on Der way home she
meets Maria, and forgetting her promise, she ex.
MA Ill, Z. 4
seemingly uniutercstcd catches up the story hur-
rics 10 the home of the smiling ono, informs her Of
the deception Of her second caller, and now-"Y Ven
gcancc is mine, willrepoy, saith the Lord"
Poor, poor Capitola! How we pity her, alone in
the little parlor, dreaming Of her sweetheart, she
is suddenly startled from her reyerie, by an explo.
sion Of Indignation from the ruby lips Of her dear
little friend, sounding like the roar of the Niagara
and reminding one OF wasp in wbirwind.
Well, other scenes similar to this, VARYING only
in foundation, meet our gaze almost daily, and how
often do we ask ourselves il ladies' will ever cease
To be 50 trining, cnvious, aud determined to de-
stroy real worth. We imogipethat true nobility,
genuine ladyism is not there; yet certain class
have assumed Tie title, and with their budget of
concei, equalto the hump on Bamunis camel, sail
under it, priding themselves of being the quntes-
sence of purity, virtue and liorones in deception.
Whom will the girls of the present day seek to make
themselves agreeable aud useGulj aspire to some
thing besi les parties and dress instead of prone
nadipg the streets in search of news, assist their
weary mothers in performing the thousand house,
lold duties devoyng upon her; cultivate the
mind as woman should; make themselves worthy
the notice of appreciatite gentlemen, and they will
not be obliged to plan hGadwork to ensure them.
If have Glanced TO err, travelling through this
R sinful world,
So that Madam Gruody thinks vengeance on me
should be hurled
While I've n, talent to dispute of what she says,
or when, ft., Vt sn
Yet, can auybody blame me if I're hit her with
my pen?
MARIA.
PERRYsBURG, October 23 1861.