The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1872-05-08


bor husband the proyider, hoy must hey
,ok forwar4lto death, knowing that their chli.
i,en have been brought up unable to dei1y
Themselves iuxuries which they viii have no
means to obtuin How must they feel In cons
templatiny tho Uncertain future OF Their
daughters, the unsafe pathway their sons are
treadingl Ho,u often is a .friuolo,ss, Mought-
less youth follo,red by a, loreless, lonely, sor-
ro,rfm old age! Poor girls rarel y marry
now-a-days. I'VE cannot say that In TINS
co,lntry-EDIToR.] Men require too much,
and women can do too little. Even love
keeps step with the ideas of the day, ana ma
terial wealth far outweighs moral III tne
scales. Then what Is to become of the young
girls whose happiness as well rs Their posi-,
ton depends thus, as it were, on chance!
Noble natures may struggle throuSha'iu hnu u
their place at last, for there is place lor al
of us in the world, if we can oh'y
find It; and to make this easier is the task q
a sensible briaqing up. Buildup sound milds
In children by training them to moderation
teach them not to look upon sell-denEli rs Il
martyrdom, but to regard content as uaiiS
bread, and pleasure US tile exception, to dis,
tincuish show from beauty, to implant trust
in the Creator and trust in their own
strength, love of activity, and love OF oroer
| in actiyitv--I mean to preserve 1t from ann
lessncss. Thus armed, they may so 1orth 10
the battle of life sure Of victory"
We arc sure we need not praise this eN-
tract it speaks for itself. Yet, where i'll the
mrcs of the most distinguished OF female
writers will we find its equal i'll worth and
gruceT ~
We give below an extract of Il different
character, in which we find an ocean of feel
ING and tender sympathy. 1t is the touch OF
human nature that makes the world kin.
There had been an excitement i'll the
family. The weary and worn father had I'D
an impulsivc momenttoo freely expressed HIS
feelings of apprehension for the future anu
fhc family, which had in its triyolilles not
dreamed of the fathers extreme prostrallop,
were thrown into estacy of alarm. 1he
author goes on:
"Frau Won I.6ben wept Historically. The
little children stared open-eycd. l thought
il best to withdraw and take them with me.
The little things forgot the tragic scene
quickly enough, and played about merrliy
While / began this letter. But suddenly dis
cord arose. Arthur had built Il block-house,
and Clarchen threw it down. She did so
because it was finished, and she was in haste
for him to begin another; and had she not.
he would probably have asked her to ITO it;
but, unfortunately, he was In bad humor,
and the poor little girl, who did not under,
stand his dcspotic mood, was roundlv scolded
for her interference. She listened WITH
humility, and finally he threw her Il
few of the worst building-blocks and
told her to 90 and play alone. She retired
to corner, and sat quietly building, casting
occasional timid chances at her brother, who
strobe up and down with the most re-
vcngeful aspect. l pretended to take
no notice. The sad, resigned express
sion of the little thing, to whom the
solitary play was a heavy pcnancc, was
Just as lovely as the meckncss with which
she bowed to the unjust decree, ana WAS
glad to sec that she did not build lmpatlcntly
or carcleSsly, but as neatly and exactly as
ever. Her castle was finished, and she looked
IN to see if her sentence. of Punishment
would not be repealed; but the moment OF
revenge had come. The little boy ran to-
wards her, and with one push the nicely
built house lay IN ruins. Involuntarlly l
started from my seat, thinking the time for
"Why she's laughing" exclaimed Arthur
in oyerpowcring establishment. She actually
was laughing! The little face had bright
cned at the approach of her brother. He
came in anger; he came to destroy her care
full work; but he came nevertheless, and,
wornan-ike, she received him with smiles.
Dear little thing! Ny eyes filled with tears.
The child is safe from all attacks OF the world.
Gentleness is her weapon-the weapon OF a
true woman. Armed with that, she must
conquer; and roughindced must he the hand
that would snatch it from her grasp. Cen
tlcness is gift from God. Let him who has
received it give thanks on his knees for the
boon, and let him who has it not struggle
with all his power of will and strength Of
character to win it. Gentlcncss gives that
equilibrium 10 the soul which in wild passion
is sure to be lost. Sel-command gains it by
conquest, and the fruit Of the victory Is wen
worth the hard struggle it is apt to cost