Weekly Trinity journal., 1867-03-02
"La Femme"
by "BERrr,"
the Cdlifornian's condensed novelist.


ny" Y"BLRrfn
the CNvornidn's condensed novelist.
WOMEN AS AN INSTITUTION.
- If it were not for women, few of US would
Mt present be in existence" This is the remark
OF cautious and discreet writer. He was also
sagacious and intelligent.
Womanl Look upon her and admire her.
Gaze upon her and love her.~eIf she wishes to
embrace you, permit her. Remember, she Is
weak and you are strong.
But don't treat her unkindly. Don't make
love to another women before her face, even If
she be your wife. Don't do it. Always be po-
lite, even should she fancy somebody better than
you.
If your mother, my Amidis, had not fanced
your father better than somebody, you might
hav been somebody 8 son. Consider this. AL
ways be philosopher, even about women.
Few understand women. Frenchmeu.
perhaps, better than any one else. lam French
man.
TIE INFANT.
She IS n chld-a little thing-an infant.
She has mother and father. Let us sup
pose, for example they are married. Let us be
uc-al, if we cannot be happy and free. They
are -perhaps-they love one another
who knows?
But she knows nothing of this she is an in
fant-a small thing-a trile.
She is not lovely at first. 1t is cruel, perhaps,
but she is red-and positively ugly.
She feels this keenly, and cries: She weeps:
All my God how she weeps Her cries and
lamentations now are really Distressing.
Tears stream from her in floods. She feels
deeply and copiously, like NJ. Aphonso de Lam
artine in his Confessions.
If you are her mother, madam, you will fancy
worms you will examine her linen for pins and
what hot. All, hypocrite you, even you. mis-
understand her.
Yet she has charming natural impulses. See
how she tosses her dimpled arms. She looks
longingly at her mother. She has language
of her own. She says goo goo, and '' ga ga"
She demands something, this infant.
She is faint, poor thing. She famishcs. She
wishes to be restored. Restore her, mother
II is the first dty Of mother to restore her child
THE DOLL.
She is hardly able to walk yet she already
tottcrs under the weight of a doll.
1t is n charming and elegant affair. 1t has
pink cheeks and purpe-black hair. She prefers
brunettes, for she has already, with the quick
knowledge of n French infant, perceived she is
blonde, and that her doll cannot rival her.
Mon Dieu, how touching. Happy child. She
spends hours in preparing its toilet She begins
to show her taste in the exquisite details of its
dress. She loves it madly, devotedly. She will
prefer it to bon Jons. She already anticipates
the wealth of love she will hereafter pour out
pr -haps her husband.
This is the time the anxious parent will guide
these first outpourings. She will read her ex-
tracts from Michelets L'Amour Rosseau's He
loise, and the Rerue les deux Mondes.
MUD PIE.
She was in tears to-day.
She had stolen away from her bonne, and was
with soma rustic infants. They had noses in
the air, and large, coarse hands and feet.
They had seated themselves around a pool in
the road, and were fashioning fantastic shapes
in the clayey soil with their hands. Her throet
swelled ahd her eyes sparkled with delight, as,
for the first time, her soft palms touch the
plastic mud. She made q graceful and lovely
pie. She stuffed it with stones for almonds and
pums. She forgot everything. 1t was being
baked in the solar rays, when Madam came and
took her away.
She weeps 1t is night, and she is weeping
still
HER FIRST LOVE.
She no longer doubts her beauty. She is
loved
She saw him secretly He is vivacious and
s2rightly He is famous. He has already had
an affair with Finfn, the file de cham6re, and
poor Finfin is desoate. He is noble. She knows
She adores him.
She affects not to notice him. Poor little
thing Hippolyte is distracted-annihilated-
consolable, and charming.
She admires his boots, his cravat, his little
gloves-his exquisite pantaloons-his coat, his
cane.
She offers to run away with him. He is trans
ported, but magnanimous. He is wearied, per-
haps She sees him the next day offering fow-
ers to the daughter of Madame la Comtesse
Blanchisseuse.
She is again in tears
She reads Paul ct Eirginc. She is secretly
transported When she reads how that exempla-
lz. ! g. a. 49,
appear cn disha5ilc to her lover she weeps again
Tasteful and virtuous Bernardine de ST. Pierre
the daughters of France admire you
All this time her doll is headless in the cab
met. The mud pie is broken on the road.
THE WIFE.
She is tired of loving, and she marries.
Her mother thinks it, on the whole, the best
thing. As day approaches, she is found frequent
ly in tears Her mother will not permit the
afianced one to see her, and he makes several at
tempts to commit suicide.
But something happens. Perhaps it is winter
and the water is cold. Perhaps there are not
enough people to witness this beroism.
In this way her future husband is spared to
her. The w1ys of Providence are indeed mys-
terious. =,
At this time her mother will comfort her. She
will offer philosophy. She will tell her she was
married herself.
But what is this new and ravishing delight
that breaks upon her? The toilet and wedding
clothes She is in a new sphere.
She makes out list in her own charming
writing. Here it is. Let every mother heed
it*
She is married On the day after she meets
her old lover, Hippoly,e. He is again trans
ported.
HER OLD AGE.
Frenchwoman never grows old.
The dccnte omission