The weekly standard., 1869-10-20
..-., For the Standard
Lovers and Husbands.
" "Quantum mutatus ab lilo Hectole!

"Quantum mutatus ab lilo Hectoie"
Not the gleanings of an hour among the
experiences of everyday life not the call
inss of an idle fancy, listlessly rowing from
bower to bower, in the misty realms of
dream-land; nor the hastily snatched gems
of diving thought into the restless sea of
conjecture, are the simple sketches my dila-
1 tory pen essays to delineate tor the enter
tainment and instruction of all who feel an
interest in matter that is, in all probability
of some small interest to themselves. The
subject in question, the nature of which is
fore-shadowed in the captional heading, has
received the undivided attention, keenest
scrutiny, and closest inspection into its
minutest details for considerable length of
time. 1t has been looked at in all its bear
ings, and touched upon all its heads, and
made to stand upon its own feet, and walk
in its own strength and stand in places
where the light is brightest. The facts de-
duced from these golden opportunities ofob-
servationI propose to place at your disposal,
my dear, patient and indulgent reader.
beg to call your attention to etching,
number one, which describes
THE LOVER.
How polished is his demeanor How
bland and frequent his smile. How fault
less his dress. How he searches through all
manner of books to collect pleasant and COM
plimentary and gracefully rounded sentences
to repeat to the gratifed ears of the charming
(and charmcdO ladies. With what alacrity he
springs from his homage-ful attitude to
catch the carelessly dropped rose bud, and
conveys it to his lips 10 rob it of the deli
| hoe ,,,1,i1 i1Nnl fhot tor,o
Of dainty fingers ere he returns it to the in
comparable Eudora. How he watches eve
ry sweep of the shadowing lringes which
| surround those azure orbs of delight, the
| laughing eyes of the bewitching Emile.
Positively, l have known an enamored
swain to dust the silver decked harness of
| his champing steeds, and brush the velvet
| cushions Of his plincely coach, with his per-
| lumed 'kerchiet, so fearful was he that some
stray particle of dust would soil the gossa-
merry trappings of his 'ladye love-"
And then, oh what models of taste in the
way bouquettes are gotten up to please the
capricious fancy of Theresa Beladora Anas-
tasia, often combination of rare flowers
and luscious fruits. What charming, pi-
quaint books are sent, heralded by rose-odOr
ed and honey-worded billet-doux, to beguile
the istless moments that precedes the after
noon siestG that refrcshes her, renews her
bloom, and renders her still more bright and
lovely as she leans from her casemen5 to in
hale, as it were, the celestial notes of his
love-hreathing, sOul-thrilling serenade
What delightful rides are enjoyed
The feet of the bounding steeds sink into
the soft rich emerald hued velvet of the
sward. A green earth beneath, majestic
oaks of grand old forest around, shaking
their sheen ;jeweled hands over head, the
song of the joyous birds ringing in the am
bient air. The lover bends forward until
his perfumed whispers readily enters her
listening ear, and tells her that all natures
melodies are piped for her A soft sky arches
above; he tells her that its heavenly hues
are borrowed from her relucent orbs. A
glorious morning sun throws his brilliant
beams over dew-spangled world; he ex-
claims IN the hyperbolical style excusable in
lovers, that were her sweet, radiant smiles
withdrawn from him the earth would be en-
veloped in shadows of darkness for evermore
Thou ghost of piping Pan! what walks
through the darkened glades of some old,
mystic wood; the sound of foot falls dead
ened by last years leaves, the way enlivened
by the chirping of the merry squirrels, and
embowered by the fragrant grape vine
hanging above. How slowly the path
is trod with graceful, wary motions, as
If keeping time to the music of bird and
book. What dreamy saunters through wind
ing gens, what chaplets of pale, wild flow
ers from vine-curtained hooks to adorn the
brow OF the fairest nymph that ever pressed
the yielding turf that carpeted glancing
stream.
And then. in the drawing room, what spor-
tive little games are devised to keep unseemly
ennui from the charmed presence of the en-
press of his heart what exquisite music is
drawn from lutte, guitar and harp, and when
that fails to engage the pampered attention,
divine poesy is sweetly rendered to soften
the dewy eyes, and soothe the petulent
spirit.
All, guileless Emile, innocent Eudora,
confiling Therese, Belladora Anastasia, well
may you remember these joy-crowned days
of delicious infatuation, and treasure up the
enchanting picture of brighter future hours,
presented by seductive hope to your pleased
imagination. Look upon them long, and
remember them well. Hide them away in
your heart of hearts; you will, perchance,
need them to rest your weary eyes upon in
the coming years.
| PICTURE NUMBER TWO.
THE HUSBAND. =.
Bewitching Emile has been formally re-
ceived into very select circle of friends, bear
ing the imposing appellation of Madame La
Rochelle Bellemonte. The rosy days of
courtship are fed. The bowing, smiling
| lover has subsidized into the decided matter
of-fact husband
Where are now the bounding steeds, the
| bending skies, the leaping, musical waters?
| gone, all gone, with the songs and romances
and thrilling serenades. The dainty white
kid is now replaced by the serviceable bus
kin guantlet The suit of finest web and
latest cut is superseded by TIE stout, brown
business habit The moustache, not having
been recently waxed, dips into his coffee;
the beard runs riot, and the Republic of
Hair has declared capillary independence,
formed an alliance with Dishevelle, and each
individual stands up for himself
The fragile Emile, now developed into a
stately matron, is no longer compared to
lilly or fairy princess, or saluted with those
favorite expressions of deeply entangled and
imaginative lovers, "Queen of my SOUL"
''Star OF my existence" Mistress of my af-
fections," "Liege ladye of my heart" &c.
She is now addressed as ''Milly" or Emmy"
at the best, frequently "Wife" or "My girl"
and sometimes actually (oh horrible,) ''Old
woman"
In company, when he wishes to be thought
husband comnee IL faut he uses the stereo-
typed My Dear" in the same humdrum
drawing tone and manner, in which he says
and does every thing nowadays. 1t would
startle her now to be delicately compliment
ed upon her appearance as in the early days
of married life, though she is actually hand
somer than she was upon her wedding day.
He seems to have lost sight of that beauty,
and elegance, and those rare accomplish
ments, he seemed to prize so highly in the
days when he wen; a wooing. He seldom
converses with her now, though it has been
limited that she has mind superior to his
own, (perhaps that is the reason) ostensibly,
he does not seem to think it worth his while
to take the troubleto entertain 'Milly Belle
monte" though language sufficiently fine
could with difficulty be gathered from a
wide range OF Literature to please the tiny,
shell-like ear of the intellectual, and fascina.
ting Emile He seems to have forgotten
those glowing pictures of the cheerful home
the light and joys of the domestic hearth
the bliss of congenial intercourse, he pre-
sented to her smiling and credulous fancy il
those happy engagement days. 1t is a great
deal, these business absorbed times, for him
to remark at dinner Mill this pudding il
down right good or EN- this joint is don'
to turn" Tell it not in Gath, publish il
not,-anyuhere, that actually her face will
flush with qualification at remarks of such ,
nature, for they, poor as they are in quality
do not become stale by repetition.
We have long waited for some wife, smart