Wilmington daily gazette., 1874-08-11
From the New York Tribune editorial j
Her Story.

Il understood very WELL" said she, that
was not 10 have the attention that many wives
have. His talent and genius must not be mar
rowed down TO myself" She was nothing in her
own eyes but q commonplace little woman, and
il was enough if stray beam of the glory which
radiated from her hero's presence fell acr0ss the
humble figure following rsverently behind him.
1.-The left her unnoticed while be was making
fame, and filling his little world with beautiful
phrases, she accepted her lowly lot in meek
contestment. Ii he bade her 20 with him into
public places, she obeyed without word, and
stood aioOf In the midst Of the throng she might
not disgrace him with her simple manner and
her homely speech. 10 watch her lord and
master shining in the company Of brilliant
takers, and wits, and essayists, aud poets, was
happiness enough for her. To make a luxuri-
|ous and refined home for this gifted being and
his grand friends she was willing 10 60 cold and
hungry. Whatever may have been her faults,
it Id easy to see that sho had a tender heart and
a sympathetic nature. How many sad hours
must there have been as she looked back TO
those early days when the young reporter kn ew
no woman moro accomplished than bis eirlisb
wife, no pleasure more Intoxicating than her
society, no glory greater than 10 win her love.
But she never complained that he gradually
forgot his quiet little worshipper while he was
busy setting the world to rights and "makipp a
name for himself" She never blamed him be-
cause ho told her to keep away from him when
his fine company came, Or scolded about the
uncongenial atmosphere Of his home. where
there was nobody but simple wife and children
| to minister to his a ambitious spirit. The was
| no common man. 1t was a creature whose
talent and genius" must not be narrowed down
to the ordinary domestic dutiesa being destined
l for the pride Of tho lyceum and the admiration
OF advanced tea-table, and privileged in con-
sequence to be moody, cruel and d, dissatisfied al
home.
Poor woman, how she nursed his vanity and
seifshness! Little by little he got farther away
from her. He needed literary companionship
and she was not literary. He yearned for the
society OF bold tn ers aud radical reformers oil
every eccentric variety, and che was only an
old fashioned body who cared more for the
freside than the crowded hall and wanted some
body to love her. Loud-voiced women came to
confront her at her. own table, Blatant pro.
phetesses made her parlors hideous. The man
who had taken her for better or for worse began
to discuss her failings and to question her honor
In the company Of salacious social revolution
ists. Anybody might have foreseen the cad.
The hero stalked through two cities. exhibiting
his sores. and praying the world to behold how
he was dishonored, while the wife ran heart
broken to the cemetery aud threw herself upon
tie graves Of her children.
4 To learn the lesson of this domestic history il
is needless to know who has sinned or how much
has been forgiven The first fault is plain enough
There is no such thing as social prosperity and
happiness which does not rest upon the purity
and union of the family. What shallow char.
latans are those who seek TO raise the condition
of women by crushing their own wives while
they turn neat phrases in the newspapers aut
round sonorous periods on the platform. Wha
jpoor fools are the vain and giddy orators and
essayisfs who look for the golden agejof rem
ovated society, while they waste their domesti,
fortunes and tiout the homely duties which Ii,
at their very hnad.