Year: 1869

of an energetic woman:


"She was born 'lady,' as the world
says. She had a loving father, who
spared no means to give her the brilliant
accomplishments of her station. She
had troop of friends-gay flutterers
around her beauty and wealth. One she
married, and rich and imposing was the
wedding. But the married life ran out,
Of course. The husband, after spend
ing the fortune of his wife in reck
less living and wild cat speculations,
and involving the father in disaster; af
ter doing this, and fretting her life away
by inches, eloped one day, and left the
young mother of his child alone, with
his debts and disgrace, and her own sad
heart-alone, to work for her living as
best she could, Or starve, if work she
could not. The deserted woman pined
away at first, and shed bitter tears, and
became faded and broken. One day she
awoke to the stern fact that she must
work or starve. She could not go back
to her father, and her pride kept her


from former friends. What did she do2
In vain she told over her list of talents
Every chance seemed closed to her By
sewing she could not earn enough to
live and pay the rent He: music she
had neglected after marriage. The do
ting father had given her ornament and
froth in her Notwithstanding by which
she could put her hands to for support.
At this time man said to her. Come
down to ny farm this season, and work
in the strawberry feld!' Nothing but
dire necessity made her go. The man
was kind to her, and made the work
light All the season she worked for
him, and in the open air, and with the
plain, regular living, her heart came
back to her. She became healthful and
hopeful, as in former days. Here was
her chance. When the season was over,
she said to her employer, Take me in
TO your business! I have shown what I
can do. My past life l shall drop. /
will become business womanr He
thought she was jesting at first; but she
was in earnest. Her offer was accept
ed. For three years this woman acted
as clerk and manager for one of the
large produce raisers OF Jersey. The
details of the business came into her
hands. No better sal csman than she,
no better executive. At last she bought
an interest, afterward half the business.
1t seemed as if her old life had been led
by somebody else; from being ner
vous, timid woman, she grew into 9 brisk,
sound, labc rious worker. She made q
home in jersey for her child and aged
father. And to- day there is no more
popular dealer in the market, and no
more cap able woman in New York, and
no finer appearing lady anywhere, than
this self made woman, who can daily be
seen managing her extensive business in |
Market, associating with !
but never forgetting, nor do
they, that she is lady, and command |
ing all the respect due to her SEX


WHAT THE CUBANs ARE FIGHTlNG |
FoR.-The Cubans, if we may credit
their own story told officially and from
mouth to mouth, are fighting for


Representation,


Sc erance of Church and State, and


General Emancipation.


Every one of these are principles ira
dear to the American people, |
and ends which we have been taught to |
believe just causes of war.


Cuba has to day no representation in |
the Spanish Cortes, and never has had. |
She has not been offered even that con-
structive representation with which we |
were sought to be deluded in colonial |
times. She has no voice in determining |
Of the taxes which she must raise
These taxes, again, are not invested nor |
spent for her benefit, nor has she any
power OF any kind over them. She is |
simply the Golfer of the Spanish throne.


The consequences of this disability |
are those which have always followed it, |
and are not few:


A burdensome standing army weighs |
down and impoverishes the land.


The rule of the captain general is alb
solute and arbitrary.


The exercise Of the right of petition
has been followed by expatriation and



The corporate association of the peo
pie for the purposes of science, art. or
comm cree has been discountenanced and



The ports of the Island have been
closed to foreign ships, for the purpose
of creating a monopoly for Spanish
bottoms.