The Indiana State sentinel., 1891-06-24
THE WOMAN ALL DESPISE.
"sAs" ON THE RELIGIOUS HYPocRIIe
One Who Writes Hymns while Her Hus-
band Finds n Home in the Heart OF
Another The Story OF
Woman Beliefs.

NEW YORK. June 19.-[Special. l-The
New York woman of today is nothing If
not literary. She either writes poetry,
novels, hymns. essays on how to be happy
in various states, or else she translates.
For my own part, I'm afraid of her. She
is impertinent to the last degree, for she
has an idea that she knows more than
anybody else in the world, and that you
are yearning to be informed OF this fact.
A very condescending young woman
said to me the other day, Don't you even
translate ?" With weakness that was
new to me l confessed that did not, and
she said that it was o great pity. |
thought it was. too. A very fashionable
woman is given over to writing hymns
hymns which are, as she describes them,
spiritual, with 6 sufficient amount of
material to be appreciated even by sim
ner." She showed me one, and, as rep
resentative sinner, l must confess the
meter was very much like Swinburnes
"Faustine," and that the whole thing was
simply bosh. This was the first verse:
when the essence divine looks out from your eyes;
OH believe;
And the downcast soul is impelled to arise,
OH believe
That the worldly joys do, dear, this day.
Fade like the suns last warm sweet ray.
The misguided woman who. like Mr..
Silas Wegg, has dropped into poetry" is
having her hymns printed for private cir
culation, and the covers are the most
beautiful things you ever saw-of white,
with f1eur de lis in gold upon them, and
a clasp that looks more like the three
feathers of the prince of Walos than the
french flower. 1t lie rather interesting to
know little about the life OF woman oil
this sort. Curiously enough, the hymn
writing being is married. and speaks of
her husband as "kind but SHINING soul"
and of her marriage as lone where there
is no sympathy, but a mutual agreement
to let each seek that which seems best
unto his soul" Now, ! respect every
body's belief, but regard that woman as
a proper candidate for the whipping post.
Her home is full of fine furniture,
and yet is altogether such a wretched
place that the SHINING husband has been
driven to finding what is good for his soul
at his club aud in the affection of other
women. The lady who does the hymns
finds prayer meetings and pet preachers
sufficient for her, and consequently her
husband is not needed. Some day she
will have to die, and when she does |
don't think that hymns will be as satisfac-
tory to her as she thinks, and it won't be
very pleasant to have recalled 10 her all
she might have been to the man she
swore to love, honor and obey until death
did them part. Doesn't your heart throb
when you think OF the women who use
religion as shield for their own coldness
and selfshness? And don't you feel like
having them taken some place and killed
in some horrible way? They are the
women who injure the cause OF loving
kindness and make men the worst of sim
ners. l get very enthusiastic about this,
because / despise hypocrite.
Every afternoon there drives up the
avenue a handsome, bold-looking woman,
superbly dressed, whose turnout is in the
very latest style. Men refer TO her in low
tones and women pretend not to see her !;
but every body in New York knows who
"pays the freight" We will call him Mr..
Brown. Mr. Browns sons are wild, fast
men. His only daughter eloped with a
man whose character Is more than merely
questionable, and his wife, rather neu-
tral, delicate looking woman, has the
sympathy of all New York-even the sin-
ners among men feel sorrow for her. Now,
she don't deserve it. She is the cause of
all the trouble. Years ago, when her
children were babies she became a re-
ligious enthusiast. and got general
taste for saving the souls of all
the people in the world, which
usually means the meddling in other peo-
pies affairs. She grew 80 spiritual { p that
her husband was driven from her room
in order that she might be better able to
pray, or sing hymn or two. at all hours
OF the night. A man may stand this for q
little while, but he is pretty certain to re-
bel, and of course this one did. He fought
desperately for a time to keep his wife's
interest in his soul and her love for him,
but he gave in after awhile, and sought
somebody who was less interested in souls
generally and more in him personally,
She had no time to attend to her children /;
they never knew what it was to be with
their mother, and hear all the dear, sweet
stories, and learn TO sing the merry tunes
OF childhood at her feet.
Oh, dear, no. They were let alone, and,
as children always learn wickedness easier
than they do virtue, they simply went to
the devil in their own way. Now. she
means over their condition, but goes on
in her own path. being specially conspic-
uous whenever a woman can most effect
ually make a donkey of herself. Blessed
be st. Paul, for advising that woman keep
quiet in the churchesl And blessed be
st. Paul the second time for the other
good talkings to he gave women, and
which mean love and take care OF your
husbands and babies and your own kin.
"0h," says Madame Prim, "then we are
not to look for the sinners outside" My
dear, think not. That is. not until the
sinners at home have all been reformed
and are willing to help the preacher. A
woman breaches best by deeds, not words,
and the success she makes in her own
household will give her higher position
as missionary than that which she gains
out
Somebody took the trouble to write to
me about my opinion of women's clubs.
1t was a very nice letter, but still MAIN
tain that woman is not clubable crea-
ture. One dear little dot told me that she
didn't join a club because she didn't like
the president. Isn't that delightfully."-
feminine reason? And isn't it entirely
different from a mans? He would have
joined TO be one more to put out the dis
liked president, or else would have taken
all the advantages Of the club, ignored the
president entirely until election time, and
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