Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1876-01-15
WHOLE NO. a,al7.
For the Chronicle.
CHIT CHAT.

Here I take myself 10 witness,
That have loved no darknesss
Nursed no delusion,
Allowed no fear"
| FEilda's banner "a folded and hidden away,
In the shadows OF Esfhs rigid and gray.
The arrow OF censure has rent lie fail foidn
And Il yields slowly. and sadly the error IL
holds.
You Drps shall be champion,
| In some things at least,
AS we tight on together
For the banquet and feast,
We both fecl the thraldonA Of seon,oas sad
life,
WSare mutually willing toenter M ntrlfei
Tosether we win asht for ocr freedom und
love;
lfn reward comes we SHAH meet Il above.
Don't be faint, struggle on. we shall see it
at last,
Thous h rocl<-wrecke.i. ana wildly. on some
lonely land cast,
II win rise in the distance colossal lighg
fair,
Kissing the blue hepv,ps qqa towering m
air.
'Twii: lin Its gray granite to frown 9p the
one
whowouid pluck fron our existence ils
bright glowing sun,
Who would yoke us to servitude, 70 labor,
to life
Filled with grievous invectivea.
Some minor suggestions In your
Chit chat" accept. Others l earn
estly denounce. Yoar argument of
our insufiiciencyito cope with tho "Sto-
ical creed" l stamp with filllacy. Isay,
Drue, that doctrine won I hold for this
the advanced nineteenth clntury.-
Years ago, in the sluinberous ages of
ignorance when wolnan's tlraldom
stained the escutcheoh OF man s honor,
your gentle arguments would, 4 have
no doubt. formed acceptance. bat now
since the social strata has been Ieveled,
and woman on the pinions of culture
has fitted into that charmed realm Of
equality she dare cope icith anything.
VIC have strength the most hercalenn
the world has ever known. Lying lat
ent in woman's fiail, white fingers
turks the great power 70 Revolution
ize the world, as we'll ms to bring ont
the melody of Wollenhaupt aud Mo-
zart on delicate ivoried keys. Why
then should she falter to denounce
the stoical creed7 The days have
long since vanished when woman was
held priceless for her fragility, her
contemplate dependence. She is no
longer the dainty toy of master, but
she is a peer, a contestant, and the old
adage, ancient MI "auld lang syne,"
Lords of creation = we have stripped
of its royal pomp. and find it to be
fiippant fancy's .garniture Of words"
These kiLgly SUCCESSORS Of Adam are
daily finding less footing in the fow-
cred path Of tyranny. Their sceptres
are rusting on time-stained walls for
want OF victims to flourish them over,
but now, | am sorry to admit, they
have an excellent opening to brighten
them up on our unsophisticated Drue.
From sundry little thoughts and SEN
timents that / gathered from your pen,
am inclined to think, Drue, that you
are fighting under false colors. Now
that would hardly be fair, you know,
for under the circumstances l might
unintentionally carp upon your pet
theory, thereby causing strife which 4
am heartily adverse to, but planting
my trust on that old Imagination Of
Shakspearc's brain, that "alrs we'll
that ends we'll, " / am tempted to risk
it. You know, be you either man.
woman, beast or bird, that the time Of
past ignorance and bondage I'VE wink
at" That the sad servitude of the fc.
male life, has partially forever van.
ished, and If you are a tooRsda your
heart thrills under the sacred knowl-
edge-the knowledge that woman
sentiment, the purest and most guile
less that has ever been reaped from
the harvest of thought, are now given
in sunny profusion to the erring mass
es. l agree with you, Drue, that wo
should labor with divine weapons
Assuredly nothing unholy should ever
stain a woman's career, and tho deli
cate fingers never WELD the sceptre of
abuse. Again, | think you underrate
our power, cut and prune our plant of
influence notch too low. But never
theless we will not quarrel about il.
L want it distinctly understood that 1
do not desire to contract mimic Wa
terloo through the columns of the
christian Chronicle. l iearthat alone
with onlythe minute loop-hOle made
by my penI mightbe vanquished.--
Mind, self-depreciation is not my
motto, only an inordinate desire for
peace. Of fcourse, / have right 10
my opinion and style, and mean TO
maintain them. Every man has his
own style as he has his own nose, and
it is neither polite nor christian to
rally an honest man about his nose,
however singular it may be. How
can help it that my opinion is not
different2 That there - no affecta-
ton in it am very certain" Yes,
Drue, we are uAder opposite banners !;
but We can be friends with all that.
Shake hands over creeds, principles,
beliefs, and suOh follies, and be loyal
and true. Even if you do rise in my
imagination occasionally as a gray
haired veteran, and a sarcastic critic,
/ will not desert you, for | am friend
to the aged. DO not take OfEense at
my conjectures for they are absolutely
formed en- your antideluvian doctrine.
Au revoir, Drus. we shall meet again soon,
In light pale and tender as a blanched,
swinging moon,
Having banished the shadows OF dissen-
sion and strife,
We will live In the glory OF peace
crowned life. HILDA.
The st. Loais Republican drops this
very sensible word of advice for the
Southern people: 1T is not eneour-