The daily critic., 1890-10-28

My fair friends will deem all this
rank heresy, I know. 50 far from a
mans not loving after he has passed
boyhood, It is not ull there is a good
deal Of grey in his hair that they think
his protestations At all worthy of atteu.
ton. Young ladies take their notions
Of our sex from the novels written bv
their own and, compared with the mon.
strosites that masquerade for men in
the pages of that nightmare literature.
Pytbagoras plucked bird and Frank
tnstein's demon were fair average spuci-
M ns Of humanity.
In these so called books. the chief
lover, or the Greek god. as he is al
mirinrly referred to- hy the way. they
DO not say which Greek cod Go Is
that the gentleman bears such a s'rik.
ing likeness TO, 10 might be hump.
lacked Vulcan, or double.faced Janus.
OF even driveling Silenus. the god Of
ahstrusc mysteries He resembles the
whole family Of them however, I'm be-
Ing a blackguard, and perhaps this is
what is meant To even the little man
liness his classical prototypes possessed,
though, he can lay no claim whatever.
being a listless eiTeminate noodle. on
the shady side Of fO But oh the
depth and strength Of this elderly
pariy's emotion for some bread and
butter school girli Hide your heads,
We young RomeOs and Leanders, this
bgSe old beau loves with an historical
fervor that requires four adiecliyes 10
every noun to properly describe.
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IL is well, dear ladies' for us old sin.
ners that you only study books Dill
you read mankind, YOU would know
that the lads shy stammering tells a
truer tale than our bold eloquence. A
boys love comes from full heart; a
mans is more often the result Of "a full
stomach. Indeed a mans sluggish
current may not be called love, com
pared with the rushing fountain that
wells up when a boys heart is struck
with the heavenly rod If you would
taste love. drink Of the pure stream
that youth pours out at your feet. Do
not wait TIL II has become muddy
river before you stoop 10 catch its
waves
or IS It that you like It's bitter flavor;
that the clear limpid water Is insipid to
your palate and that the pollution of
its after course gives Il a relish TO your
lips? Must we believe those who tell
us that hand foul with the filth Of a
shameful life Is the only one q young
girl cares to be caressed byy
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That Is the teaching that Is biwlcd
out day by day from between thoss
yellow covers Do they ever pause 20
think, wonder, those DEVILS Lady
Helps, what mischief they are doing
crawling about Guds garden and tell.
ing childish Ewes and silly Adams that
sin Is sweet and that deCency Is rldiCu.
lous and vulgar How many an limo
cent girl do they not degrade into an
evil minded women To how many a
weak lad do they not point out the dirty
by path as the shortest cut 20 a maiden's
heart? 10 IS not as II they wrote OF life
as II really Is. Speak truth, and right
will take care of itself But their
pictures are coarse daubs painted from
the sickly fancles OF their own diseased
Imagination.
We want TO think Of women not-ls
their own sex would show them-as
Lorleis Turing us to destruction, but as
good angels beckonIng us upward. They
have more power for good or evil than
they dream OF. It iu., NJ the very
age when a mans chara, ~ is forming
that he tumbles into love, and then the
lass he loves has the making or marrlug
Of him. UnconsciOusly he mOlds him
self % what she would have him, good
OF bad / am sorry 20 have 20 be ungal.
liant enough 10 say that / DO not think
they always use their influence for the
best. Too often the female world Is
bounded hard and fast within the limits
Of the commonplace. Their ideal hero
Is a prince Of littleness. and To become
that many a powerful mind, enchanted
by love, Is lost to life and use and name
and fame.
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And yet. women, you could make US
so much better. If you only would. II
rests with you, more than With all the
preachers, 10 roll this world little nearer
heaven. Chiyalry IS not dead II only
sleeps for want Of work 10 DO. II IS
you who must wake It 70 noble deeds.
You must be worthy Of knightly wor-
ship.
You must be higher than ourselves.
II was for Una that the Red Cross
knight did war. For no painted,
minciBg court dame could the dragon
have been slain. Oh, ladies fair be
fair IN mind and soul as well as face, So
that brave knights may win glory in
your service Oh. woman, throw off
your disgusting Cloaks of seillshuess.
eflTonteTy and affec alton stand forth
once more a queen In your royal robe OF
simple purity A thousand s9uris
now rustiug In ign0ble slOih, shall leap
from their scabbards to DO battle fDr
your honor against wrong. A thousand
Sir RolaDds shall lay lance 10 rest, aut
Fear Avarice. Pleasure and Ambition
shall 90 down in the dust before your
cOloTs.
What noble deeds were We not ripe
for IN the days when We loved. WhsI
noble lives could We not have lived for
her SAKE. our love was a religion
which we could have died for Ir wa-
no meIe human creature like ourselves
that We adoTed 10 was a queen thai
VIC paid homage 20, q goddess thar Sc
Burshiped
Ard now madly We dld worship
Ard how sweet e was o. worship Aa,
/ lad cherish loves S young dream while n
| lasts You viii know, to1 soon, how truly
| little Tom Moore sang when lie said
thai there was nothing bali Sd sweet in
life. Even when it brings misery. it IS
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