The Hawaiian gazette., 1878-10-23

France, have quaded the balmy breath under the
sunny skies of southern Itag slept by the vine clad
arbors of classic Naples and tho red smoke as
cend from the crater of y,suvius, have held court
with the senoritas of Genol, and protest that the
handsomest bellies ever eheld, are the black-eyed
italian beauties, with their flowing tresses, in
whose dancing eyes heaven itself seems reflected,
and"
dispute that, and the Captains voice rang out
the night
"I have luxuriated on the slopes Of the Andes, |
reveled in the smiles Of Lnas beautiful daughters,
and sir, emphatically dec'are"-
"Look here" and appariton appeared not un-
like ghost in the doorway. aud the redoubtable
Oregon stood forth in his night shirt, and as be
stood in the moonlight th. folds of the white gown
falling from his beard, he looked like bona fide
Hamlet up from the dead. He complained that
singing 'musketer had sneaked under his net and
sang Aud Lang Syns' and hallelujah hymns until
be was hoarse and then reinforced by a chorus
without" He couldn't deep. the drowsy god rebel
led against his caresses ''But talk about pretty wo.
men"-
"stop your talk" said Oregon, "you don't know
what pretty are you ought to see some of our
girls. and you would tha know what beauty is you
would see something worth talking about We have
the fairest women, sir that ever trod the earth, or
graced our Heavenly Fathers footstool with their
presence. Perfect fairies, sir, beside whom Venus
would have wept with envy to draw their beauty
Raphael would have thrown down his brushes in de-
spair to have heard their voices Apollo would have
smashed his harp with the blues to have looked at
their forms Cleopatra herself would have gone mad
With their rosy cheeks, limpid eyes, vermiliou lips
silken hair, marble brows. of aabaster, images
| of sylph like symmetry you would have taken them
for wax nymphs, borne fakes from the skies.
They are badly treated, SIR" warming up with his
subject and he took the floor and harangued fol-
lows Badly treated I repeat shamefully used.
| Why sir they will not allow them to vote. And only
one way Of salvation is open to that country let the
women tly it, If they would talk too much as some
scandalOts parties affirm, positive they would
not steal, and their chin music would be of more
decorous speech than that heard in the executive
domicile If the stronger sex. They are more fer
tile garden in which to cultivate national love. They
naturally afectionate, warm hearted love
stronger, and have deeper attach ments, and are
mure capable of national fidelity, than the American
sires. If he American ladies had suffrage believe
they would purify its government, reclaim its back
sdden de1ravty give polish to its rowdysm instill
honesty into and give tone to its body polite.
improrrety in orange blossoms dec Grating the
halls of Congress. They have amply proven them
selves to b, mentally mans equal, and morally his
superior. They head the benevolent movements, are
the church motive power, withdraw them and the
sanctuares would suicide and preachers seek refuge
in bankruptcy. Their lords sit at their feet in 0pe-
ras and expect to sing hymns with them in Paradise
and it would be q novel heaven with no woman in it,
They take them to their bosoms as wives, live and
die by them boast of them sisters proud of them
as companions, dOat them friends, aud fight
duels over them, When sick, none like their fair
hands suooth his pillow. Their pages blossom
with angelic herones their bards dedicate cauto
after canto to them. Their parors ring with stories
to their praiss. Their revolutionary histories brstle
over with female heroisu. They would mo-e have
balls without her presence, than have armament
without stare; garden without flowers, lake with
out wator, OF bees without honey. Their mansions
are decorated with their images Their artists toll
night ard day to picture their beauty. Their scup
tors and chisel under the shades of Anti
guilty to gvs expression to their lovlness They grow
eloquent over their Grace Darlings. The divine in
his sacred desk in depicting the fidelity
of Mary, and the heroism of those three, who when
all of his own sex had ingorously retreatod, stood
by the forsaken Redeemer of the world. Worthy of
all this and yet they place their masculine feet
their necks, and deprive them of any voice in the
government of their country. Shame on such men.
They wilfully cork their stubborn ears to reason.
scout remOnstrance expostulation is in vain. If the
marry these tyrannical men, they would bring the
single ones to their senses"
He with his subject, gathered magnitude,
swelled in volume he warmed in eloquence. The
Doctor threatened him with irons. and the Captain
stormed. "TOuch at your peril" said Oregon,
and he continued the unbroken flow of his uuanswer-
bic oratory.
"Six thousand millions have you spent to liberate
the African slaves, liberate your color. She
stands dumb in the government of the country she
helped to create speechless in its destiny shacked
in all the affairs of the land that gave her birth.
Their rights should be demanded at the bayonet's
point, if needs be. Their well-bought heritage is
usurped by the Fourteeuth Amendment, black as the
darkest midnight. Expunge this obnoxious amend
ment from the Constitution, and give to Americas
lovely women the right of suffrage. the privilege of
representing and being represented in legislative
halls; abrogate this Hotentot amendment, let the
government by the Caucasian ladies be remodeled.
and made white woman's country. You would in-
suited bo if he with his charcoal hand, touched her
dainty palm dared to her eyes lift his uncooth
gaze but he make the laws that govern her life
her head swing the sceptre of dominion rule the
hand that makes your couch while the voice that
sang your infantne ulabes and sOothed your troub-
led hours, be raised to speak for itself.
She may Indignantly pine; you, at her chains, look
in How long, oh tyrant man, will she languish
underyour domiueering tread Must she ever remain
politically your slave? Will you ever relax your
iron grip? Would eleven thunders wake you from
your ioly2 Could Cotopa1i release her from your y-
ranny? No-come the answer from twenty million
throats. Appeal to your gaantry; mOckery, you
havn't got any. Rest love of justice you dom
know what is. Sirs, my blood boils. IT'S time some
brave Lotharo drew the sword in their defence and
to terms bring these recreant swains. They largely
preponderste in numbers, and 1 confidently ad-
vsed that they could with udicous organization and
military discipline, with a bold and dashing leader
triumph in a hand to hand conflict and muster their
forces together in martial strength sound aloud the
clarion notes to arms, and from the Pacific to the