The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1885-05-12
LOVE AND WOMEN.
From an Unsentimental aud Practical
Point of View.

From an Unsentimental aud Practical
Point of View.
What is love? is question which has
been asked a thousand times, and which
in spite of monotony Granville Murray
repeats with . certain freshness and
emphasis in his new book, Under the
Lens" He treats the subject with a
decided dash of cynicism, like most
fashionable writers of the present day.
Love, he says, on the part of women is
an inclination felt for q man VINO has
made himself more agreeable than
other men, He may not be pleasant
fellow at all, but some physical or social
superiority he possesses lifts him tenn
porarily on pedestal, where he lords il
till his very arrogance helps 10 COM
plete the fascination of the simple crea-
ture groveling at his feet. l have seen
girls fall in love with the veriest cub:
for lack of other male society. Don't
tell me there was any deep sentiment in
these attachments. The girls wanted
husbands; that is all. They wers
obeying the natural law which attracts
sex to sex, and the social law which
bids a girl get married as fast as she can.
lest she glide into old spinsterhood.
Ii girl, after deciding to accept 6
genteel pauper, chances to allure
man who has it in his power to make
her bed ofroSe-leaves, see how quickly
her eyes get opened TO the beauties of
Incidence and luxury. Self-esteem
tells her that she was not made merely
for the study of that parSimonous arith-
metic which consists in pairing down
baker bills. She wants to walk in
silk attire, and feels grateful to the
man who, by his courtship, acknowl-
edges her right to do so. Who can
deny the magic of fine linen. Jewels.
soft-cushioned broughamS, champaign
and Obedient menials upon woman'S
mind? And who can not impute the
sill greater magic afforded by the
prospect of eclipsing sisters and school
friends VINO have married poorly?
Sometimes if girl has got hopelessly
engaged TO fellow with Shrunken
purse-if she be so near her wedding
day that it is impossible to break off the
match without making a scandal
pride and vanity will induce her to keep
her pledge, and this will be simply
because the plutocrat came too late into
the field. If the two had started at the
post together, or if the pauper had hsd
but a half-distant start, the plutocral
would have run him down and come in
first with flying colors. Moreover, a
woman feels sore all her life at having
missed the chance of a rich marriage.
The thought of it turns her sour and
her wretched husband has uxoriai
peevishness and contempt poured upon
him by the bucketful.
That may be, but we have also in
stances of rich mems wives who de-
plored not having married their first
loves, poor though they were.
(Which all comes of the contrarines,
of human nature in never being salts.
fled with the present lot" responded
the miSogynist alphabetically. The man
who wrote the Praises of Poverty
Seneca wasn't it?-indited his remarks |
upon a golden table, and had couple |
of slaves to fan the flies away. A |
woman who sits by her boudoir fire, |
with her feet well warmed, novel Oh |
her lap, and five o'clock tea, and |
cream and crumpets at her elbow, is |
very apt to dream that she was cut out
for the part of q heroine. She gilds |
poverty with her imaginative touches |
till it looks all rosy. Her husband bores !!
her, and she thinks of the other man
who used to make her laugh and whose
were like whipcord. She at
tributes to him talents which he never
had, charms which she never discovered
in him while she had the opportunity
of observing him every day. and she
dreams of herself as fighting life's
battles by his side and winning.
1t never occurs to her to reflect that |
the lot she renowned was that living
upon mutton hash, and growing up
into a dowdy slattern, worried, and
perhaps bullied, by a man rendered
by failure in his profess
SION. 1t is easy to be happy in fancy
with man whose ideal projections one
may depict at ones leisure. A woman
is often found whimpering over a novel
which pOrtrayS the life of heroine
such as she thinks herself to be; but just
let her rich husband die, leaving her
penniless, and You'll see whether she
doesn't at once set her widows cap at
another rich man sooner than partake
herself to that like of struggling which
she deemed so exciting when viewed
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