Dallas herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1849-1873, 1871-03-18


penl in tho gardens Of the nine
Isonlh cehturyi ifall women wer'
good. and wise, there wOuld be less
danger in allowing female suffrage
but AL woman aro not good, and
wise, The proportion of weak, fool
ish women, ! am sorry TO say, runs
nearly parallel 10 that 0t weak fool
ish men. Women aro rs ambitious
as aspiring, as fond of place aud
power as men, This being tue
would they not, having the right ol
suffrage, scraihhle for the distlne'
lions and emblumcnis of Office as
men do? Wonld they not 20 far
Their in fierce struggle for the spoils
losing sight oflheir highest, hnlicsl
lut'os ms wiyes and mothers3 Who
shall answer me-what seer OF tho
d,m prosant-what prophet OF the
yeiled iItare!
Let any gentleman here tonight
put himself in rapport, rs clalrroy'
ans say, with the man whose wife,
a distinguished politician, is can
wasting the State or district for of
fee. Let him follow that man aS
he returns, weak aud wearyi from
the labors Of the day, to his desc
late home sit down with him to his
ill.eooked, disappointed supper
mark the drcariness OF his face, tho
drcariness OF his voice, rs no looks
around tbs disordercd home that
has no mistress. Let him observe
the unwashed, uncombed, more
than motherless little ones, huddled
around the untidy hearth, and then
make up his opinion in regard to
female suffrage.
Let us take case in point, ono
OF thousands similar, that must fol-
low this social earthquake. Mrs.
Angelina Smith, We will suppose,
has been nominated to Congress
from the ninth district. Her hus-
band reads in tho morning paper
something like this: The eloquent
and distinguished Mrs Angelina
Smith will address her fellow citi-
zcns Mt tho following named places
and times:
Winchester, Tuesday, October 3,
I'm.
Newcastle, Wednesday, October
1, / p. NJ.
Mancic, Thursday, October ., l
p, NJ. etc, etc.
Mr.. Smith feels n little shally as
he lays down the paper, thinks his
coffee was too strong, is not sure
that he slept well last night. Nev-
ertheless, he goes to his place OF
business, and Mrs. Smith goes to
fill her appointments in the can
vass. No matter whether Mr..
Jones, her opponent, is " refined
gentleman or low butfoon, she
must meet him, on the stump. all
the same. And she does meet him,
in the armor Of woriian's beauty,
with the strength Of woman's will /;
and the weapons of woman's wit.
She ridicules his party principles
and opinions, rides down his party
hobbies, laughs at his arguments,
picks to pieces his flowers of rheto-
ric, and so completely annihiIates
him that from the end of that can
vass to the end of his life not even
the shadow of MIR. Jones ever again
falls in the political arena.
But the canvass comes to an end,
and Mrs. Smith returns to her dis
ordered home and neglected iamily.
Mr.. Smith has made all the prepa-
ration in his p.wer for her return,
by washing the children's faces,
combing their hair, and tying their
shocstrings.
And now after tea they arc sit
ting cozily together-the quiet, I'M
obtrusive husband, and the elo-
ouent, distinguished wife But just
us Mr.. Smith begins to realize that
lie has got his wife back again from
the great world, 10, " motley GRO wd
of Mrs. Smiths fellow citizens sur
rounds the house, with rafting
drums, and waving torches, to offer
their congratulations on her cleo
ton. "Mrs. Smith, Mrs. Smith,
they cry. "Three cheers for Mrs.
Angelina Smith" The cheers are
given with n will; and when the
noise subsidies, Mrs. Smith bows
from the front door steps, thanks
her friends for their support, as
surcs them that she will carry out
their measures, and promote their
interests to the best Of her ability
thanks Ithem again, bows and re.
tires. But where is Mr.: Smith, al!
this timer Where is Mr.. Smith
All, there he is, good man, taking
care of the sick baby. The strange
milk did not agree with the poor,
little thing, and it has been grow
ing beautifully less during the alb
sence of its distinguished mamma.
Mrs. Smith is very sorry for the
poor darling; thinks the doctor
should do something for it. But,
what with arranging her wardrobe,
and holding levees with her polite
al friends sne has no time to care
for it herself, as, indeed, how should
she
At the proper time Mrs. Smith
goes on with her trunks, her band
boxes, and her distinguished friends,
to her seat in the halls of Congress;
and not long after, the baby goes on
with his little white hands folded
on its cold little bosom, to its rest
in the dark grave. Somehow, after
the baby's death, Mr.. Smith does
not feel comfortable Mt home, of
evenings. His occupation is gone.
The house seems empty and lone
some he misses the sick baby and
as the other children are able to
take care of themselves, he goes out
to seek company and amusement.
He finds both at a saloon. "Nhat
a nice place that saloon is" he says