Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1875-06-19

"Look not nournfully on the past--i
comes not back
Enjoy the present, 1t is thine sssi
Go forth TO meet the shadowy future
With a manly heart. and without fear.
"Willis, will you accompany me t,
the gallery this morning p asked Ruth
as she lounged down to a late break
fast. l"Uncle Horace insists upon my N
having picture taken, and cased fol
him to carry across the water. l tolG
him the artist could give him a picture
ola shadow that would answer all pur.
poses. but he does not agree" She
settled herself in her chair and lazily
stirred her chocolate. A stranger, un-
accustomed to fashion, would never
have recognized the slight, pale woman
there at breakfast in the elegant young
lady that glided down the street two
hours later.
All! fashion thou art a gilded hum
bug, and men are your veritable vie
Tins. They fall and worship before a
blushing cheek and crimson poutihg
lips, never dreaming that the rouge
bottle has been rifed to paint the
charm. Sunny, golden IS that fall
upon shoulders of pa a marble win
them to idolatry. bu u when the
mask is lifted. there is Nus-noth-
ing. They pride the ives upon
acuteness and boast penetration,
but they have never >Ded the thin
vail of woman's a &C. What does
all your vaunted sae 'ty avail you, if
you are foiled by woman's smile !?
Your subtitle understanding dwindles
into contemplate nonenity when you
allow your plans to be frustrated by
woman's woring words. Your reputa-
ton is stained, your honor impover-
ished. 1t does seem sheerest folly that
man, proud man, made in the image
of his Maker, should leave lofty pur-
suits and worship only part of their
being, an insignifcantrib. Aye, look,
for instance, to Mark Antony, who
threw world away for Cleopatra
kiss. All! Egypts famous queen has
many fair successors who beguile the
Mark Antouys of tn world down to
degrading sluggishnes. A touch of
the hand and whispr of the fragrant
breath has brought mny noble heart
from manly labor, All left vocations
masterless and deseted. There is
slumberous air hoatig up from the
past, telling in musial tones of the
worth of women of auiquity, when the
household was the ield of her life
time labor, and the appiness of her !
family the aim of evry action. No |
vitiated scheme ofemenee then rank |
led in their bosom. No thirsting
for admiration, no uwomanly desire /
for public office. Tlirs was the gen.
tie home work, sOwlg seeds of truth
and justice that in fter years broke
forth in unrivaled splendor, in our
heroes of the past The sentiments
instilled in their yang hearts in in
fancy, when they 1urled the banner
of manhood, gifted there in colors
indelibIe. Ahs nrk the di#or1uce
between now al then. In this re-
markably learn age the ladies have
other duties to erform than to train
their children, There are reception
days to be setpart, weekly calls to
make, opera al literary societies to
attend, so thatheir precious time is
filled up witho the bother ofchildren.
They may perps spare a few minutes
during the yr to suggest college
for the boys Ga new goyerness for the
girls. All tse model bon-ton moth
ers, what ecious world they are
making of is. The mother is the
beautiful keyone in the arch of house
hold hope, d when she falls desc
Grated and bcted, the doomed struc=
ture is demohed. Hers is the labor
to wreath thgarland of contentment
around the we'd ones at home, and
when that Ksion is unfulflled, she is
fallen and disted ofwoman's holiness.
| verify dennce woman who will
hold the glitring wine cup tempting
ly to men, al with her white hands
administer fluid of desolation and
ruin. Theyhould turn resolutely
from the inxicated men and scOrn
their weakns. Teach them that none
can enter I hallowed precincts Of
their presen who would reel an un-
conscious dnkard. That would rev.
olutionize t universe aud turn the
tide of woe d destruction. If they
would only eld their sceptre OF wo-
manhood fought, success would crown
the world, al disgrace, ignorance and
falsehood Wild be crushed deep ID
the dust ofoblivion. Yet, ah the
precious bell of this age will smile
as sweetly oEhe knavish wretch who
would walk aundred yards to swindle
his neighbo out of a nickel as they
would a mel man of honor and
morality ; aaally welcome a drunk
ard to their theirs parlor as cordially
as they woula gentleman. Oh shock
ing mockery The tidal wave OF grief
surges on fever, and we struggling
on its dark BOSOM are borne down,
down to contmacy. We have left the
glimmering ghts of purity, chastity
and right far b,hind US in the city OF
wisdom. Tht magnificent, matchless
city where We ni.ht have reared palaces
of perfection On foundations of ada
mant. 1t is cit where toll is known,
toll and midniglt vigils, but which
bring with then in the end sublime
success. 1t is MT as the perishable
z cities made for he dwelling Of dying
mortals, but grand metropolis which
continueth ever. Yet we leave it anC
go down on these waves of destruction
IN inevitable ruin. Is there nothing
to stay this sweep of iniquity? VIII
the fierce storm of desolation never b
stilled? Oh shall the revel lovln
- .-:,io, Joyn hafnra th