Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1878-03-13
Lovely Woman and Eer Ways.

My impression was that he had dlstanced
the Sheriff OF Caleyeras about two hours.
Lovely Woman and Her Ways.
The following few remarks on some
Of the habits Of the gentle sex we clip
from the Louisville COurler-Journal:
1t is indeed funny and ridiculous
sight to see a lovely woman stop at a
street crossing, give her body fearful
twist, stoop low and reach backward
and downward nearly to her heels, and
grab from forty to fifty pounds Of dress
tail, full of dirt and dust, shake it FIVE or
six times, like buzzard fixing its wings
to Ay, then hobble across the street like
lame turkey to the other side, there
to let 60 turn round four or five times,
and start OF like a stern wheel boat IN
storm. Such fantastic. fashionable
freaks Of folly as we see sometimes up
on our streets are certainly very unbe-
coming to all that is modest. beautiful
and lovely in woman. Think OF 1t.
The idea of fashionably dressed blonde
or brunette stopping dead still upon the
street, kick out and up like COW at an
army of loose hornets. grab her clothes
in her hand, and with body bent, look
ing out from under little hat perchcd
upon one side of the head, and making
public exhibition Of her heels and
hose as sho skips across the street like
an ostrich OH a run, an exact copy in
style and dress Of the woman who rides
spotted horse in circus and jumps
through paper balloon for els week
aud applause. Look at the modestly
dressed, sweet faced, humble girl, walk
ing homeward, having been on a mis-
sion for her mother, perhaps. No fool
ishness about her. She lives, dresses,
acts and looks plain. She and fashion
are strangers. Loafers and blackguards
don't stare at her and make all kinds OF
remarks about her. No! She com
mands respect BY her dress and conduct
upon the public streets. See her in
spotless white, looking like an angel.
Kneeling at the bedside with her face
and eyes lifted heayenward, and in ac-
cents low aud sweet, breathing from
her pure lips the language of her soul in
humble prayer: Our father who art in
heaven Angels put their ears to the
twinkling stars and listen to her pray
er,. The one a meek, humble, Chris
tan young woman, whose affections are
fixed on things above the folbles anu
folles Of fashionable wOrld-whose
very soul pants for the light and love oi
a home over there The other. thin
visaged, 'made-up' woman OF the FASH
! ionable world. whose whole heart and
soul is engulted in the great whirlpool
ef mock happiness aud folly; who new
er looks in the Bible One-huhdredth part
as much as she does a looking glass,
whose whole idea OF life is to have fun
with the boys until she is forty, and
then take the chance of foollng some old
man into 'Duying her, if she eau. The
one breathes her prayer and lies down
un her downy bed to dream Of heaven
and the angels. The other comes out
of the parlor at late hour, like tired
and hungry coach horse, rushes to the
pantry, grabs pickle in one hand and
a cold ham-bonc in the other ; then to
her room. She swings her harness
over the backs of half dozen chairs,
.catters the other 'make-up' about the
flour. and forgets the duty she owes to
God and herself, and dives into bed like
a wharf rat into the canal, rolls and
tumbles all night as if the bed were full
of hornets, and rises at eight nine OF
ten o'clock the next morning, as stiff
aud lifelrss as b.lly-goat that has been
run over by a freight train. Now
which one of the two think you God anc
the angels smile upon most-the beau
tiful woman OF the fashionable young
LADY,: