The New Orleans crescent. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1866-1869, 1869-02-07

Somebody says: III you want 70 KNOW 10
what degree of pathos tale Of the affections may
be carried, ask an old maid to tell you her love
story agree with the writer perfectly, with
difference. / say. AJAX married woman TO tell
you hers; for all dissppointments, hers Is the
greatest.
: The old maid may adore the memory of one
who lies beneath the turf-may watch perpetually
for the return of some sailor who went down with
his vessel years ago In mid ocean; or she may
have been out snG o.
the disappointment Of disappointed wife.
Perhaps know hundred married women but
of them all, not ten quite happy. They may live
in palaces and wear purple and fine linen, and
fare sumptuously every day but DISAPPOINTMENT
Is written on almost every brow; while that OF
many en- old maid is smo 9th and happy, or would
be but for her envy Of those who wear the we'd
ding ring.
II one is never queen, one never pines for Q
crown; but to be queen for awhile and then lie
humbled in the dust, brushes the very heart. Ev.
She Is besutiful- she is good; her whims are Law,
her silliest speech wisdom. II she desires any
thing greatly, 1t must be hers and he Is always
ct her service. ready to do her bidding; but In
year or two II Is he himself who tears on the
crown and dsshes down the sceptre his own hand
bestowed. He 10 tired of courtesy, tired OF ten.
derness tired of love and respect. The husband
who rises, phoenix like, from the lovers ashes, is
the being from whom woman almost always
bears more coarseness, more bitterness, more
cruelty more sins of emission and commission,
than from any other earthly being.
You see q girl marry-she Ia rosy, bright OF
eye, fair of brow, golden haired and dimpled.
Ten years after you meet her-she Is lead colored
and dull; hsr hair Is grsyish, her figure sharp;
she has not good health, and yet her home Is
palace, her servants legion and her dress per-
feet Want has not dimmed her beauty, nor
great care. II is the death Of love beside her
Rearthstone that has SO changed her.. What does
he care for her now this man who was her life !!
Nothing. The love.look is gone. the smile, the
tender grasp Of the hand, the wsh to make her
happy, the pride In her, the endeering confidence.
he says little bitter things about her looks. about
her manners, about her opinions, not knowing
for men are obtuse In such things-that 1t is this
that has altered them; that had he been her
lover always, the sweet smile L. OF neI g,,inood
of her eye, the rose upon her cheek-that. sharing
his home, his name and his fortune, this poor
woman ia more bitterly disappointed than any
old maid of them all, how great soever her bitter
ness. .fl
These women often try to hide their woes, bun
they peep out too plainly. They will say: "You
know I'm alone great deal, Mr.. - is so busy, =
and you know what it means. They will say: =" /
and you feel sure that no time but inclination Is
needed and you catch them In dingy dressing
gowns and slippers down at heel, and know BY
! these tokens that nobody cares at home how they
| look now. ru tr.I
or course there are good husbands, who are
lovers all their lives; and you know their wives
| by their young, happy looks, In minute.
! I remember one dear old lady who used Of
/ seventy to put on her cap. with blue ribbons be-
| fore her husband came home to tea, and never
| failed to receive q kiss on both cheeks when he
| did come-who made me. with her forty.nve
| years experience of mstrimony, quite envy. it,
| But rather than be a. wretchedly disappointed a.
most married women, would be willing to re-
main spinster al my life, and end my days 10
| working impossible shepherds In Berlin wool, and
| writing sentimental verses TO the young prince
| who never came over the mountains to marry
me-a great deal rather; or even would It be
happier 10 keep remembrance of one whose brief
| life was all love-who passed away like dream
with all his love about him-than to look up into
| a face once sweet with smiles now either frown
ing or Indifferent, and to know that there remained
| of those young lovevows nothing but cold duty
perhaps not even that. SALLY SPISSrER.