New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1872-06-16

| Thackeray saws, Love with a man is al
hour, with woman it is night and day
! Damon has taxes, sermons, parades anC
tailors' bills to think Of; Della has only tC
think about Damon. Damon is the oak
and Della the ivy or hOneysuckle whose
arms Irvine about Damon"
| He then asks, "Is not this so Is it moi
woman's nature to creep about man feet
while he stands, like a sturdy BritOn, with
his hands in his pockets, and the fond
pretty parasite clings around him ;"
Girls Of the period, it is you who are &c
answer this. Fling it back in the teeth Of
the world with bitter, scOrning words; an
swer as your hearts dictate tell them you
are no clingiDg, twining vine; hurl the
defiance forth that you are as selfish. as
heartless as your dainty, dandifed brother.
Yes, they have their tailor bills, races
and champagne suppers to think of; and
once in while, perhaps. in some drinking
club, or over snug game Of cards, your
| name is spoken OF in tones OF love and res
pect. But yOul You must retire with his
name on your pure lips, and awake from
| sweet slumbers with prayer of thankful
| ness for his love trembling in your hearts.
You must asleep dream, and awaking think,
only Of that dissipated fop, that be-whis-
| kered, perfumed pigmy, said to have soul
and digniied by the name of man.
| This cloud has been lifted, and with the
! broad sunlight of intelligence and enlighten-
ment streaming in golden beams across
times pathway, our girls have thrown
| off the shackles, and will no longer bow to
man as their alpha and omega.
A new divinity wOOs them with hOneyed
words, and lures them with her sweet
voice; her garments simmer with daz.
/ cling lustre, and on her brow glitter the
gems of Golconda. They follow her with
| an utter fOrgetfulness of self, and "pa's
purse flashes before us in all the brillianey
of French costumes, dazzling our eyes, en-
traneing our senses, and making our hearts
willing captives.
AS one Of these bewitching beings floats
past, budget of vanity, conceit and silIi-
ness, we turn away with that old cry To
what are the girls cOming}"
We ask, have they souls? Is life to them
only farce Do they realize day is com
ing in which these earthly bodies will crum-
ble-when of them will be required the
hours wasted in vain pursuits
VIII no one save them-nO warning voice
or friendly hand lead them from the fountain
of which to drink is death eternal
Thus you moralize; but do you think the
girl of the nineteenth century cares Not
she. Mention such thoughts as these-a
slight lifting of the eyebrows, a shrug of the
shoulders is the only response. You are
dubbed "Old fogy," and Stunned thence
forth. What business is it of yours if she
continually debates wherewithal shall she
be clothed
The idea of her settling down to the end
less routine Of house drudgery, or teaching
the catechism to dirty faced urchins
Can you guide Arcturus and his sOnsl
Can you loose the belt of Orion, or com
mand those myriads of glittering worlds to
do your bidding2
Human reason stands aghast. As well
attempt that as to change one jot or bend
to your will this stubborn, imperious girl.
For if she will she will, depend upon it."
so you may keep all that nonsense about
soul and Heaven to yourself
Talk about such trihing topics when she
is deep in the mysterious process of chang
ing her dark tresses to a golden hue, or
contemplating whether two rutfles or a
ruche would be the most stylish on her new
walking suit.
BY the time all these important questions
are satisfactorily settled, her mind is agit-
ated by the soulengrossiDg business of
getting hat. Jones and Brown, two of her
admirers, have expressed their opinions
Jones prefers the turban; Brown the gypsy.
Which is now the mOmentous question.
Jones is wealthy, and she must please him;
but Brown has such lovely moustache,
and quotes poetry in divine way.
Finally she compromises by wearing the
turban when Jones is by, and vice versa.
Then the Dolly Warden, that surpasses all;
IL gives one quite a distinguished look
ThereupOn is necessitated an unheard-Of
amount of shopping.
What martyrdOm you poor clerks under
go words cannot tell; one piece of goods
after another is brought down, over which
you expend your vocabulary Of adiectives-
positive, comparative and superlative. You
are rewarded with eyes it is very pretty,
but | will not take it to-day"
hon la44 20 d.
box is shown, none of which, she fnalIyae
cides suit her complexion.
Gloves, laces, shawls and parasOls follow
in quick succession. At this point she
quietly informs you she did not wish to pur-
chase; she was only looking around little;
and while you are mentally matchmaking
the whole sex she sails serenely out, uncOn-
sciOus of having exacted any more than her
due.
Then what dainty, delicate being she
is; so affectionate, so cOnsiderate for the
comfort of Others With what touching
patbOs will she entertain some nice young
man with songs of "WhO will care for
mother now ;" the tears yelling up from
the innocent heart, and the pretty lips
quivering, till he can no longer resist the
temptation Of gathering the gentle trembler
to his heart, and vOwing with all his honest
love TO protect and cherish, while visions
Oh IONG IL d outage DO"AuCA LIS 4LudSlud- /
ton.
Would the picture be darkened by the |
knowledge that mother" is down in the |
close, hot kitchen, cooking over the stove |
But the voice of the charner now skaters |
all air castles:
.'Wby, really, / am so sorry. l never |
thought of such a thing. Besides, / am en- |
gagged to another; but I'LL love you as |
brother
brother indeed For this you have ex-
pended more than your salary for bOn-bons, |
iewelrv and opera boxes. For this"
Modification and anger predominate, |
which are in no wise Iesseued by the con-
viction that she will tell it to her dear Anne
liza, Amelia to Angelina, Angelina to Kate, /
and so on until her bevy of girl friends are
discussing and commenting on this bit OF /
choice gossip All! LOngtellOw was right /
when he said Take care Beware She IS
fooling thee"
The American girl has passion amount
ing almost to alteration for titled foreigners.
The plain Mr." of her native country Is
too commonplace to suit her perverted
taste. IL has none of that indescubable
charm that clusters around the titles of the
Old Worlds aristoeracy. She takes no
warning from the fact that often the pseudo
Count or Lord turns out to be an am
bilious chlmney-sWeep or escaped convict.
She is rendered exquisitely happy If his
arm encircles her IN the waltz or galop; is
with his Grecian profile and
blonde moustache; in short elevates him
rOm his rightful position as a weak, fallible
nan to that of deity.
The thanks for all this-"Americs is a