Year: 1860




pondent Experience" who salirl1ed cer>
tain portion Of her sex in Wednesdays Dem
ocRAr. was received on Thursday, but has
been unnvoidably crowded ont until now. 1t
will be found not lacking in spice, point and
spirit;


EproR DEMocRAr:-Some one by the name
of Experience" finds fault in your paper Of
this morning with our peculiar domestic in
stitutions" Now, am a popular sovereign
ty" woman, and believe in men regulating
their domestic concerns to suit themselves.
see no reason why men should complain of
US when we are just what they have made
US Aud if they have no fault to find, do
not see that Experience need do it for them.
suppose, for instance, that the beautiful Mrs.
Butterfly should be siezed with an enthusias
tic devotion to Mr. Butterfly. And suppose,
in order to convince Mr. Butterfly that he
was dearer 10 her than all the rest Of the cat
upilar kind, she should absolutely 60 to
work in the kitchen, with n determination to
Vrestle all the days of her life with pots and
kettles and serubLing.hrushes and brooms
and washboards What think you would toe
the result? Mr.. Butterhy-hnding himself
relieved from something that oppressed him
would lift his alfnctories from the grind
stone and sufficiently recovering from his
astonishment, and getting used to his new po-
,ition-thai same nasal protrGberenee which
she had Just relieved from its disagreeahle
situation, would begin to take TO itself airs,
by being disgusted everytime she came with
In half mile Of him, with the smell of dish
,cater and greasy calico dresses. And while
he enjoyed the dinners she had Industrious
ly toiled to provide for him. ten chances
to one he would tell her she was getting
old-that she was getting sunburnt, that she
wns getting wrinkled, and that her hands
were getting as rough as hod carriers. Or
perhaps he might he in better mood, and
tell her how young the celebrated Mrs. Po-
tipher (who is exactly her own age looks.
How wonderfully she retains her beauti-
fu complexion, and how proud old Pot
must he of her, and how blind he ia to her
little indiscretionS charming creature And
then, how neatly and elegantly Mrs Pop y
is always dressed-and what heautful hands
she has-so soft and exquisitey white
Would not such an appreciation Of feminine
charms on the part Of Mr.. Butterfly make
Mrs. Bntterhy's weary and faded wings fair
ly flutter with delight?


No. no, dear Experience; we women
know from instinct what best peases men
We all like appreciation and admiration, and
leave it to us, we have tnct enough, not only
to keep our husbands noses to the grind
stone, (thereby securing their own happiness
as well us curs) but to secure a moderate
share Of devotion from the sex generally
My own opinion is that men. in all ages, have
set the standard of female excellence and
believe that woman has always shown her
capahility of living up to it. We. of the
nineteenth century, know very well that the
only way to secure any attention from the
majority of men, is to please their eye
Whenever they discover to us that they pos
sess such things rs hearts and heads, why,
then we shall find it just as easy and much
more agreeable to appeal TO those organs


No dear girls. don't you be deceived "Ex.
perience", no doubt, hassome old curmudgeor
Of husband who stays home Of evenings ant
Sundays and b"res her by reading aloud from
some dry magazine lie the Atlantic Month
ly, that has not got any pictures or f.shi"r
plates in it. While she, poor thing, wonders
all the time at the dspensa ion of Fortune.
that gives Mrs Butterfly two hundred nice
dresses while she has but one And then,
out of Spite goes and writes letter to the
DEMocRAT--all because Mrs. Butterfly is not
as miserable as she.


| tell you, your husbands married You to
crafty their own vunity-just because you
are pretty, you know and to show the world
that they are able to dress you finer and give
you more money to spend than any of their
neighbors can do. And don't you 20 and
disappoint them, 10y getting sentimental.


FASHION.