Weekly Trinity journal., 1870-06-25
w WOman's Pets.

her idoatry is proved by the fact that she never,
or very rarely places Catholic priest in the list
Of her pets. He may fulfill all the conditions
of earthly purity his face, his gloves, and his
handkerchief may be perfection but the iron
rule of his church scares her. 1t is absolutely
certain that he will never marry, and the same
! thing cannot be predicted of the most rigid rit-
! ualists. An unmarrageable male pet would
| clearly be an absurdity, and woman's Pantheon
contains the altar of Hymen as its central point,
towards which the gods invariably gravitate in
II sort OF celestial waltz After ALL these foibles
are very pretty aud harmless: hero worship, "
says great writer, sis inherent in the human
heart, and If the religion of lady assumes the
form of worshiping the officiating minister of u
Christian temple, who shall dare censure her ?
| Female Professionalism looks its prettiest in this
pleasant guise, and norman with beard on his
chin or soul above petty jealouses will grum-
BILE though the curate wins the hearts of halt the
congregation. Who. with mind above gloves
and surplices, or copes and stoles, would care to
be like him? or who would be a woman on such
terms? comparison of layman with the
sons of the church is always made by Il woman
at the expense of the former, but the laymen
may bear the ill-fortune very complacontly. To
be womau's pet implies the absence of all
those masculine qualities which fit man for the
battle of life. Civilization, which produces the
hero of the gloves and the surprice, has much to
boast of, but we invariably regard him as rather
fitted for glass case in n museum than for any
actual work. Our opinion, however, is of little
consequence. He reigns in woman's 5 heart and
while that sacred temple is filled with his image,
we may be very well content to kick our heels in
The cold.
We have left ourselves little space to speak of
other candidates for woman's 5 favor, though they
rise up before us in countless numbers as we
write. We cannot, however, leave the subject
without noticing formidable rival before whom
even the curnte sometimes hides his diminished
head. The military pet often fills the entire can
vas of II woman's imagination, and the represen-
tative of the church militant pales before the
hero OF the carnal weapon. lie carries fire and
sword into woman s heart, and at his appear
ance the champion of the cope and stole rctires
defeated. " The Captain" pcrsonifes more per-
fection than could sum in volume, and,
curiously enough, the woman who adoros the
churchman may be n still greater admirer of the
man whose character always more nearly APP
proaches her ideal of real manincss Then it
exhibits II dash of delightful wickedness. Her
dolatry of the curate may be II mere interudc
but her love for the captain frequently becomes
serious and all-absorbing passion. Her i'm
aginaton endows him with all the heroic qual-
tiles Of theatrical soldier. She thinks of him
ms marching to victory with the easy grace and
nonchnlance with which he saunters into the
draWing-room. How many times he has been
wounded, or how many enemies have fallen be-
fore his terrible brand, she does not know but
she is sure that he has cut down scores, and
that his body is covered with scars. That he
has faced nothing but blank cartridge, aud that
since he Aeshed his maiden sword, in quarters
loaf, when it first came home from the military
tailor $, 1t has seen no service more dangerous,
she Indignantly repels as base and cruel nsinu-
atons. lie is her type of II perfectly manly
characters she is glad to hear that he has been
heart breaker ns well rs n hre-eater; and she
10 !, tol H. l;.
and wonders how so fierce soldier can be so
gentle to her sex. But she happily remembers
the novels of her youth, in which the military
hero was always painted rs compound of the
lion and the lamb. 1t is perfectly useless to tell
her that he knows more Of fashionable society
than of camps, and OF quadriles than of brigade
movements-you merely insult her if you insin-
uate such gross heresy. Dancing is, of course,
sine qua non with her, and no man is a military
hero who cannot go through the " Lancers'
creditably indeed, she has II dim idea that it is
performed on the battlefield with field marshal
us master-of-c f-ceremonies. OF course it never en-
ters into her mind to measure the intellectual
calbre of her curate or her captain, and she
would not do it if she could. She believes i'm
plicitly in every empty headed military fop who
crosses her path, and endows him with all those
half femeninc qualities which go to form wom-
an s ideal of manhood. His is the soft white
hand, but the silken glove covers the fist of
steel she pictures him in the character of Ma
pOleon crossing the Alps or, in simpler guise,
leading op his men with waving sword and
ringing hurrah. 1t does not much matter if she
discovers his real character, and learns that he
is fool as well as fop, or that he is sordd
enough to think more of money than the charms
and virtues of any woman living. II he cuts her
or jilts her. she is still true to her idol, though
she may despire the individual. The military
modle of manly perfection dominates over her
ind in
and she merely seeks new hero who goes
through the old phases and disappears like the
rest of his brethren. Her contempt for real man
illness of character, as conceived by mCn them
selves, is too deep for words, and she is inca
pable Of believing that true hero may be
shabby and even ugly, unadorned by the nds-
pensable kid gloves, and ignorant of the field
movements of the drawing room. She learns
with disgust that the great Napoleon hated
gloves, and took snuff prOdigiously, not, how
ever, without expressing her regret at the latter
propensity, because it must have ruined his
beautiful nose. /" The Captain" in her mind
is far above the temptations and fascinations Of
the odious powder, which has never touched his
sacred nostrils. He does nothing but what a
woman conceives perfect man should do and
barring the dash of Wickedness in his character
we might almost regard him as fighting angel
Why she always associates vice with manliness
it would be difficult to discover. Is 1t because
"eyery woman is a rake at heart or does she
conceive that civilization gives men no scope for
the display of nobler and more vigorous quail
ties We leave this question for her to solve
and in taking leave of her pets, we trust that
"seeing them as others them" will afford a
wholesome lesson, though we fear it will be ut
terly lost upon her. CiOiiian.
A NEGRO was caught ia mans garden at Ro
anoke, North Carolina, the other night, in close
proximity to lot of fine cabbage. When in
terrogated as to what he was doing, he replied
" food Lord dis nigger can go nowhar to pray
without bein' troubled ~