Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-12-23
Irish ladies Not Beautiru1.
[Cor. Dio Lewis Monthly.1

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Happening to be in Queenstown, Ireland,
one evening many years ago, was invited to
attend a grand ball on the occasion of a
famous international regtta. The number
of laelies was about ore hundred and fifty.
Their dress was Ike that OF American ladies
| on similar occasions, only trife more So
! sleeves a little shorter, corsage a little lower
| The ladies were remarkably self possessed,
quiet, and graceful, and, think, on the
| whole, averaged prettier than I have ever
seen on another such occasion.
| have written this to introduce the physical
| development of Irish ladies. The Irish girls
| in America have full chests, large arms; they
are plump and vital.
When an American lady shows me her
arms-candle dips, No. Sand asks ''How can
get such arms as Bridget's?" and 1 say
''Work, work as she does, and you will have
her arms" the lady says ooh, that is not
work, it is climate! If 1 had been brought up in
Bridgets 1 should have her fine bust; but
this terrible dry air takes all the juices out of
US"
My curiosity was on tip-toe to see how Irish
ladies, brought up in this moist, even climate,
but without work would look. l have said
there were $50 ladies present, and that they
ing the witness stand, testify that have
never in America seen $50 young women to-
gether with arms so small and chests so fiat
and thin. They belonged to the idle class,
! and all the world over women of the idle
class have spindle arms and thin chests, IN
less they become merely fat, which, with
their weak muscles, is a sad embarrassment.
Education, rank, aspiration, prayer-these
f,1ll ~ q
body. They are not the appointed means.
Exercise, exercise! work, worlz!-this pro-
duces strong muscles, full chests, and physical
beauty. Work is the appointed means.
{. Margaret Fuiler's Life.
Jennie June.J
Every biographer of Margaret Fuller, in
Guiding her latest, Mrs Julia Ward Howe,
makes strenuous efforts to justify her literary
reputation by enlarging the sum, not of her
attachments but her actual achievements.
The truth is that Margaret Fuller left little
in the way Of literary work, and that little
survives principally in corners of unused
book-shelves. Few women of this generation
have read her, or have any distinct knowl-
edge of the personality or scholar
ship upon which her reputation was
based The true lesson to women of Marga-
ret Fuller's life lies not in what she did but
in what she did not accomplish. She was
not a ready writer. She was not in any
sense a journalist She was scholar and a
alker. Had she been man she would
have been president of college or one of its
most brilliant professors. Being women,
she had no vocation, and she was always
trying to find one or have one found for her.
Wherever she went she occupied false
position-a position which did her injustice,
which was unsuited to her genius and her apt
itudes. The difficulty of her whole life was
that she was woman instead Of a manor
rather that being a woman, there was then
no place for such a woman as she was. If
Margaret Fuller could have been what
Margaret Fuller ought to have been, would she
have been content to merely pose as the CEN
trail figure in Roma-American society and
end her life by sinking her own identity in
that of an Italian count young enough to be
her son, and as weak in purse as in capacity
1t was merciful Providence, after all, that
took her in the first flush of wifely and ma
ternal affection, and closed the book upon a
life that had held within itself and its own
heart-throbbings tragedy deeper and more
pitiful than that which found her tempest
tossed, and took her within sight of her old
home to her death.