Knoxville weekly chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1875, 1873-12-24
Lb0ut Wid0NerS.

They wear weeds upon their time-worn
hats. They wear sanctimonious coun-
tenarces. They are easily distinguished
from other men by reason of their subdued
and solemn air, and their tender consider
alton for sweet young girls of sixteen or
thereabeuts.
They are usually quite anxious to marry
again, and are seldom unsuccessful in their
various matrimonial endeavors. They
know how to handle a woman they I'M
derstand her whims and caprices they
are posted with regard to the exact loca-
ton of the vulnerable corner in her heart,
and they besiege this tender spot so assid-
uously that they rarely fail TO effect a
conquest.
Widows are particularly fond of widow
ers. They even prefer second-rate one
70 a first-class bachelor. 1 can account for
this upon no other. theory than that they
find it a laborious and difficult under
taking to instruct the uninitiated bachelor
in the mysteries, art and rudiments of
hooking the dresses and performing those
other necessary and essential acts and du-
ties appertaining and belonging to house
hold economy aud domestic felicity, while
a widower, from long previous, practical
experience, can Immediately attend to the
satisfactory Performance of these things,
without a long course of servere mental
discipline or physical training.
know young widow myself. She is
q tall, elegant, and warm hearted woman ::
she is dignified in her demeanor, pleasant
in her manners, cheerful in her converse
ton, and stylish in her attire. She has
pearly teeth, red lips, pair of tender, be-
wildering eyes, and a high, intellectual
forehead, surmounted by wealth of wav-
ing hair. Her hands are soft, small and
slender, and she possesses as provokingly
pretty pair of little feet as ever peeped
ont no of orly
The other night we happened, somehow,
TO be together. We sat side by side, in the
front parlor, having confidential chat all
by ourselves, The house was so still that
we could hear the very crawling Of the
cocbrOaches in the partitions. managed
by Il. lch manpuveriug TO get hold of that
white, soft, small and slender hand of hers,
andI said in my tenderest tone:
Mrs. Brown, do you intend to marry
again."
"Sho," said she. "Why, how you talk. :"
But do you, now, really?''
Perhaps she archly replied. "If /
can only persuade some rich and handsome
widower TO have me. / wouldn't think of
marrying any other kind of a man. I'd
sooner take in washing"
am bachelor. L haven't mentioned
TIE subject of matrimony since. l made
dp my mind that in her regard 1 was not
unlike many of the manuscripts my pub
Lshers return to ME marked, mot exactly
available ..-e.
So it is with the widowers everywhere.
No matter how homely they are, or how
sanctimonieus and melancholy they seem,
that they have the very best of everything,
and all they want of it. They can sleep
serenely while some tender woman mends
their torn garments and darns their latter
ed socks, and the lone bachelor transfixes
his thumbs-his fingers are always thumbs
in futile endeavors to make his wardrobe
presentable. a widower has only to look
al a woman and hint proposal, and he is
accepted without word Of protest, a muir
muir, or sigh.
know an old widower who is now liv
ing with his fourth wife, a most lovely
and estimable woman, who is nearly gOnt
with the quick consumption and know
Of a dozen fascinating females who ar
Rlarmingly profuse in their expressions o
sympathy for him in the matter Of hi
prospective bereavement. 1 trust tina
they are prompted in their words Of pit,
by motives Of pure philanthropy. Thes
disinterested women will be a great com
fort TO him, poor man, when she is gone,