Woman's chronicle. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1888-1???, 1889-07-06

earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the
potter. And even your mother is led away once
in while to give aid and comfort to the enemy,
and tells you that your grandmother would never
have tolerated such conduct on the part of her
daughters. Which assertion, oft repeated, has
only the effect l fear, of leading you to draw
comparison between your grandmothers executive
ability in the management of her household and
your mothers grieyous lack of those excellent
qualities which enabled her mother to rear a family
of faultless boys and perfect girls, concerning
whose exemplary lives the chronicles of the family,
carefully edited by Grandma, Ma & Co., contains
many chapters of biographical and autobiography
cal sketches, less or more apochryphal. However,
don't suppose that either grandma-who can't be
any sweeter or better until she puts on her wings,
God bless her or ma, either, ever thinks of this.
'Say not thou, What is the cause that the former
days were better than these? For thou dost not
enquire wisely concerning this
But it is not with grandma and ma that have
to do this morning. Iii concerning the man who
laments over the degeneration of womanhood and
the deterioration of grlhood that wish to speak.
Only little while ago, wise and learned man,
who seemed to know everything under the sun, in
all the wide field of human learning, investigation
and thought, except only the one thing he was
talking about, preached sermon in which he at
tributed nnetenths of the causes of marriage fail
ures, in a great measure to the frivolty, LIGHT
headedness and carelessness of the gddy, thought
less girlhood and consequent useless womanhood
of today
Why, what manner of nonsense is all this? You
frivolous girl as compared with your grandmeth-
er? Why, believe you are as much woman at
nineteen-hm? Yes, know; just say nine
teen for example-as your grandmother was at
twenty three. That is some of your sketchng, is
it not? 1t is excellent; know the view; it's bit
along the Wissahickon; one can fairly hear the
winds whisper through the trees that bend over
the sleeping pool the. lights and shadows that
checker the water seem to dance as you look at
them it is picture to stand before and dream
over. Now here is dainty bit of art work your
grandma did when she was your age. See? 1t is
done in worsteds. Here is white faced girl in
yellow dress, carrying green parasol as she walks
down letter S path to a red church On blue HILL
You observe that the church is on top of the hill,
but the path which leads up to it goes down, every
foot of the way. That is a triumph of the per-
spective art. The red faced boy with the flat cap,
long tassel, and wide pantaloons, chasing the pink
dog, is bad boy; you can see that in his eye.
No good boy ever wore his only eye in the middle
OF his cheek. Well that's the sort of a thing your
grandma was taught to do, and to consider art 1t
is more pathetic than funny; you laugh at it when
we look at it together but you want to cry over it
when you are alone. Are you then light headed
because you sketch from nature instead of COM
hitting such crimes as this sampler" If that
is what you call it, And you design patterns for
common cloth, for the trade, hear; in fact
have seen some of your work. And you design
book covers, and church windows, aud wall pat
terms? Really, when think that you spend all the
time Grandma spent in making up store of raj
ment and house linen against her wedding day-she
began this ages before she was engaged-in doing
the worlds work, | fail to notice how frivolous
you are.
And this man said that your educaton-''so-