Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1879-01-02

THE TwO.-It is indeed funny and ri
diculous sight to see lovely wompn stop
at Il street crossing, give her body fear
full twist, stoop low and reach backward
and downward nearly to her heels. and
grab from five to forty pounds of dress tail,
full of dirt and dust, shake it five or six
times. like buzzard fixing his wings to
fly, then hobble across the street like ii
lame turkey to the other side, there TO 'le'
90 " turn around four or five times, start
off like u slern-wheel boat in storm.
Such fantastic, fashionable freaks Of folly
us we see sometimes upon our streets are
certaisly very unbecoming in all that is
modest, beautiful, and lovely in woman.
Think If it. The idea of II fashonably
dressed blonde or brunette stopping dead
still upon the street, kick up and out like
II COW ut an army of loose hornets, grab
her clothes in her hand, and with Il body
bent, looking out from under II little hat
perchcd npon one side of her head, and
making II public exhibition of her heels
and hose as she skips across the street like
an ostrich on II run, an exact copy in style
aud dress of the woman who rides spot
ted horse in II circus and jumps through II
paper balloon for fifteen dollars II week
and applause. Look at the modestly dress
ed. swrel-faccd, humble girl, walking
homeward, hving been on IL mission for
her mother, perhaps. No foolishness
about Ter. She lives, dresses, acts and
looks plain. She and fashion are stran-
gers. Loafers and blackguards don't stare
at her, and make all kinds of vulgar re-
marks about her. Mo- She commands
respect by her dress and conduct upon the
public streets. See her in spotless white,
cooking like IN angel. Kneeling ut the
bedside with her face and eyes lifted heav
onward, and in accent low and sweet,
breathing from her pure lips the language
of her soul in humble prayer: Our faith
cr who art in heaven" Angels put their
ears To the twinkling stars and listen TO
her prayers. The one, Il meek, humble,
Christian young woman, whose affections
are fixed on things above the foibles and
fullies of a iashionab' c world-whose very
soul pants for the light and love of II
home over there" The other, II thin
visagcd, made-up" woman of II fashion
able world, whose whole heart and soul is
cngulled in the great whirlpool of mock
happiness and folly; who never looks in
the Bible one hundhe edith part as much as
she does the looking glass, whose whole
IDEA of life is to have fun with the boys
until she's forty, and then take the chance
of fooling some old man into buying
her." if she can. The one breathes her
prayer and lies down upon her downy bed
to sleep and dream of heaven and the an
gels. The other comes out of the parlor
ut "A very late hogr, like n tired and hun
cry coach-horsc, rushes to the pantry,
grabs pickle in one hand. and II cold
ham-bone in the other; then to her room.
She swings her harness" over the back
of half dozen chairs, scattcrs the other
makeup" about the floor, and forgets
the duty she owes to God and herself, and
dives into bed like wlarf-rat into the
canal, rolls and tumbIcs all night as if the
bed was full of hornets, and ris rs at eight,
nine, or ten o'clock next morning as stiff
and lifeless as billy-goat that has been
run over by freight train. Now, which
Of the two, think you. God and the angels
smile upon the most the beautiful woman
or the fashionable young lady?-C Courier
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