The Arizona sentinel., 1876-08-26
FOR DELEGATE TO CONGRESS, HIRAM $. STEVENS
WOMAN.

slQ6rdDly occupied WlCn the WOrKS and ways of the fair sex, we have ventured upon this stupendous theme. It is stupendous-wide as the universe, old as creation and deep as the unfathomable abyss {! It has been the fruitful theme of sages, philosophers, poets and moon struck individuals, through all the ages. We confess that we approach the discussion of this most mOmentous subject with awe-yes with fear and trembling. With all the accumulated light of the ages, with all the wonderful advance in the arts, sciences and literature, with all the profound deductions and conclusions ill physiology, psychology or any other ology that mark this en- frightened era, woman remains still, the great unfathomed and unfathomable mystery No man can understand a woman or a hen. They are an enigma, a riddle and a puzzle, inexpiicable and past finding out. We were born at a very early period of our life, and at tender age we imbibed a strong and powerful admiration for the gentle sex. This admira- tion grew with our growth and strengthened with our strength, years only adding intensity and ardor to our regard for all that is good, and true, and pure and love- ly in woman. We know as much about her as any man does. We have basked in her smiles, enjoy ed the elevating influences of her society, received her watchful care and angelic ministrations when on the couch of sickness and pain, and we have suffered the torments of hell from her per- f1dy But with all the know. ledge we have gained in regard to the mysterious main spring of her contradictory complication. af- ter the frosts of over half a century have passed over our devoted head we are free to say that we do not understand her! The poet has expressed his idea of the dear creature, thusly:
 Oh woman, in our hours of ease
 Deceitful, coy and hard to please,
 When pain and anguish wiring the brow
 A ministering angel thou
 A rusty, crusty old bachelor who had lost all faith in the sex, gets off tbe following spitefuI couplet:
 Oh woman, woman whether lean or fat
 In face au Angel, but in soul cat
 We presume the old cuss who wrote that had outlived his use fulness and lost his attractions, il he ever had any. But oh how sad it is to see in our day, how the true and lovely domestic wo man is sunk in fashions votary She who used to be the angel ot home; dispensing like a sweet perfume all those hallowed infiu ences and associations that cluster around the domestic hearth, per forming the duties of wife, moth CT, sister and daughter with { grace and purity appoved by Heavenand all good men! Where Is she now and what is her mis sion ? She is most of the time il the street, the steamboat or the railroad car, and her mission is tC display to the gaze of Tom Dick and Harry, rag-tag and bab-tail the wonders of her costume whereby she is transformed from lovely woman, in the image il which God made her, into the image of some impossible and in describable animal, and she zoe painfully wadling along, throwr out of all human shape, pinned back before, piled up behind, look ing like 8 lame kangaroo strucl by lightning, or a What is it. And what does she do this for