The intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1887-1891, 1889-09-07
AROUT MEN.

rent literature about women, Blu. some.
how or other so little that is kindly or
c~onsiderate is te,ng said or written
about non. Whether this is occa-
s:uued by the fact that thrce-iourths of
the editorial and book writers of the
country are men, and therefore indis-
posed to write of themselves in the
abstract, or whether men are deemed
to be less fruitful as a topic for general
consideration, are questions merely
PREDATORY.
The tact remains that there are men
good, bad and indifferent, ''street an
gels and fireside devils"-and that his
tory has had a great deal to say about
them, in one way or another, even be-
fore Susan b. Anthony heard of them.
The nineteenth century man, how
ever, is the latest and in some respects
the best apparent specimen of his kind.
Whether he be considered at Evarts'
weight of Ito pounds and all brains,
oil John l.. S%ullivan's 1874 pounds and
no brains, or Corporal Tanners $50
pounds and no conscience, he is still
the best of his race. In the good old
days of the lance and shield and round
table, he was a hard drinker and a re-
publican, and his dominion OF thought
was in the vicinity of his stomach. lie
ate. drank, and was merry, at the ex-
pense of his family. He had a fond
ness for boar's head and sack, and he
went unwashed, but always booted and
spurred.
There have been some developments
in his character since then. Outside
OF Scotland, he has quit drinking and
is comparatively clean, he reads Brown.
ing and thinks about it so hard that he
is compelled to organize a club to dis
course the tumultuous output OF his
thought, instead of boar's head. he eats
fire and suffers accordingly, in the alb
sence OF his horse and lance, he takes
little exercise and has the dyspepsia. If
he abuses or ill-treats his family in
these piping times of peace, it is largely
due to Indigestion. He loves his fam
lily with sincere devotion, and on his
cheerful days which he has occasionally
he condescends to manifest his affec-
ton, which so pleases them that they
are prone to value him thereafter as
away above par.
The nineteenth century man is essen
TALLY Busy and a Thinker. His bust
ness is inclined to be at times a little
superior TO all the commandments and
his thoughts are unspeakable, but for
all that he is a hustler. He has aban-
doned war and the chase, he has no
longer any fondness for rich dinners,
because he has no stomach wherewllhal
to digest the same, he is no longer lazy
or trifling, he gets I'VE considerable
ground in the course of the day, and in
the afternoon he puts a sign on his
door, "Gone to dinner, back in 8 min
utes." In the evening he doesn't put
on a fresh sword, and Spanish lace and
silken v%estinents, and accompanying
his wife to the courtly ball within the
palace gates, or go cavortlng across
country on his ne%ighboring palfrey, no,
he goes down town to see a man at the
hotel, and when the nan has just gone
away on the evening train. he browns
his disappointment at the nearest thea
ter, or, if it ue summer, he whites
away the time at the gardens, where
young women and young men, in the
gsudy dress of the olden days, make
merry with the weaknesses of their
ancestors.
The only trouble with the nineteenth
century man is that he has more bust
ness than he can properly attend to,
more brains than he knows what to do
with, and a larger conscio usness of his
Importance in the economy OF nature
than he car healthtully bear. He will
know better some day. In the mean
time good women will 60 right ON &C.
cepting him at his own enormous value
and imagining that there is only n of
him in the universe. And when the
end comes, as it surely will, the most
astonishing OF all the ages OF men will
be that of the nineteenth century man,
because, when he gets a chance OF see
ing himself from the large end of the
telescope, he will have more capacity
for enjoying the result.
A dispatch from Saltwater, Mimi,
dated Sept. 4, says Bob Younger is
sinking rapidly. Steward Hall, of the
prison, said this morning:-"He is
liable to die to-day or o-morrow from
heart failure, though he may linger
along for two weeks yet. Bob is now
SO weak that it is impossible to hear
his family whispered words unless the
listener bends close to his lips. To-day