The democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1868-1874, 1870-10-31
w SUPERINTENDENT
"i'il Marry Rich.'

An iadigaaD, Southern lady gives ut
tcance to her feelings III The following
Communication on the subject ofmarryiug
K. rich husbands:
81, EDiTos MrIgaIs +iyALAYcgg:-I hear
this often from the lips OF far girls since
the cIose osthe war Indeed, among a
beyy Of lovely women have found but
few who did not boldly declare they
would not mmry,a roor man. And where
are tho rich oncs2 Are th,y to be found
among the MANNED Southern soldiers--hs
who los, all and four years Of previous
time; who was FIRST to be froat aud last
to leaye; who shielded his cherished land
an,il hope was gone, and all his princcly
fortune swept away? Miss Fashionable
cannot find her rich husband among
these No. you must seek elsewhere
And then wha, have you to give in ex.
change? Your fine face and soft, helpless
hands,. PeEuilsss, loo for you are I'll
poor; no servants now to spare you even
the necessary exercise. Yes, you are
penniless as the returned soldier and
many times more helpless, and yet ycu
fain would think iu tue vanity of your
hearts that your bunch Of blond fuzzies,
painted lips and white skin are too good
to be bestowed on any save rich man
Could you help even the rich man to keep
bis money! Could you make even his
mind comfortable, cherisLing. as you do,
such sentiments? Oh! my country
women, was it thus that the mother Of the
Graechi felt: Wa, of such material
that the noble Roman women were made!
You were true once. What has made the
changc2 '.--
l could put my head down and weep as
remember the distant graves you are
forgetting. Would the pale sleepers a,
Shiloh, at Gettysburg and hundred
other battlefelds approve of your seuti,
nents? Would the soldier-loyer. whom
you last saw in pride and hope, smile on
you from the spirit Sorld, as you talk
only of rich men7 Oh! they were all
rich once in broad cotton-felds, but our
dear dead are richer now in having the
golden memories Of faithful few ever
rsun5 them, and the living, the returned
soldier. is rich in firm resolves to MAKE
the best Of los! hope. to face cheerfully I
threatening failure, and putting The
strange, hard past far of, live and act il
.he, present as brave man can. lie ii
rich in the hope of fighting the battle o.
life successfully; not afraid to even work
aud make brown and hard his once white
haads. But alas be has no sympathy .,
help from Miss Fortune Hunter. She
passes him by With u shrug and draws her
dress-a borrowed one perhaps-a little
away from him. wondering at bis pre-.
sumption. III B %
Oh. my soldier friends, whose ( I'm,
have long ago turned to dust, dear ,nes,
z whose high hopes and brilliant aspira,
tons lie buried in your early graves,
sleep on, sleep. well! nor wake to learn
for what and for whom you died. Los,
friends, whose graves are SO far that
cannot even put my tears on them, sleep
for if you loved and died to save, if you
could come TO the land you loved and died
to save, if you could cone with all your
gallant deeds, honors and country.
praise, you are worthless, unless you
bring some ono along to lift the voice in
admiration and say "He's Itch" We
know you rost we'll, birds viii sing above
you; the dead leaves of Autumn will fall
:, tenderly on the lonely meauds where no
names are traced, winters winds will wall
requiem, ana eveu the stranger will
pause and wonder but some of your
corutryWomeo. for whom your precious
lives were given. have no claim upon
you; you lott all rave honor, and red
bps could not say, Hes rich I"-but