The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1869-04-21
A True Woman.


World INDUCED in some pleasant.
pasquinade over the speeches de-
livered at a festival of the $50
rosis"-a species of feminine fool
cry now pretalent,in New York
city. A lady reader, however-a
genuine one, two, from the ring
other sentences-takes it seriously,
and goes for the editor in gallant
style. One such as this South
ern woman" is worth a ten-acre
field of Anna Dickinsons, Lucy
Stoues and Susan Anthonys, and
all the shemales who are shrek
ing for the suffrage, and seeking
to be 'post-mistresses." She mis-
conceived the object ofthe Worlds
article, but has been delivered of a
fine letter:
UNGALLANT EDITOR OF THE WORLD.
Sir: Hear me for my cause +; l
come to defend my sex, but not to
praise them. Because one high
flown lady iudulged in transcen-
dentalisms, why do you seize the
opportunity to denounce female
humanity as class of pretty
little fdgets," and "doddering,
dismal little souls ?" The great
mass of women, O.! Editor, are not
members of Sorosis, nor admirers
of Anna Dickinson. They do not
bewail their wrongs, nor clamor
for female suffrage; nor yet are
their brains located in their
chignon, nor their souls devot-
ed to dry.goods. They are
the dutiful daughters, faithful wives
and devoted mothers of the land.
For every ':fdget whose horizon
lis bounded by the nursery or a
milliner's shop" Twill find you a
male mortal whose horizon is
bounded by a billiard saloon and a
spree, or who devotes quite as
much anxious thought to the cut
of his coat, and the style of his
unexpressibles, as the bell does to
her train and panier. And for
every man who ''bears a cross and
a burden in the -doddering dismal
little soul he has madly sworn to
love and CHERISH I will find a
true and devoted woman bound to
"a brutal, or unfaithful, or drunken
husband; bearing her burden pa
tiently, though it drives the light
from her eyes, and hope from her
heart. I hope you will not think
me vain if cite myself as fair
example of the mass of my sex.
l claim to be simply an average
American woman, neither above,
nor, I trust, below the great ma.
jority of women. Well, l am a
wife, and my husband although.
possessing Intelligence and infor-
nation infinitely superior to mine,
does not 90 to a club to escape
my society, but spends his leisure
hours at home. / am mother of
three babies, and I take care Of
them. l dress according to my
means, and sufficiently in the
mode to avoid oddity, but | don't
care three Confederate cents what
"the style" Is, or is to be. More
over, Lam a cons! ant reader of the
daily World politics aud all. 1
took the latter study in order to
be able to talk with my husband
on subjects that interested him,
but l dare say [ am better posted
on the state of the country than
half the mon who arc playing
billiards or muddling themselves
with fusel-oil while / am taking
care of my babies and making my
husbands shirts. / declare l am
not a "fdget," or 'sdoddering,
dismal SOUL" and l furthermore
declare that what ] am the great
mass of my sex are, while many
are greatly superior. And | fling
down the gauntlet to any one who
undertakes to prove the contrary.
Indignantly, yours,
- A SOUTHERN WOMAN.