Year: 1866

visible caller at your Miss Browns,
tomorrow. You would see what you
tCouJd see. And If you only knew
half as much as her mother does, you
would find this young lady to be, in
stead of perpetual delight, perpet-
ual nuisance to have around. That
the wit which, in society, has just
enough of the mildest possible acid
flavor to make it sparkle, at home be-
comes vinegar touched with caustic.-
And you would be altogether willing
to take your oath that she has a fine
command of language--in more ways
than one. For she puts her good
temper in box, along with her wa
terfall, both to be worn together.


What disagreeable humbug is that
giggling, simpering, lisping creature
who uses superlatives and utters little
screeches when she is talking to gen.
tlemen. Whether she is parrot or
monkey 1 know not. But it is so
shamefully easy to see that her compa-
my giggle, like her pearl powder, is
only put on the outside. And you re-
member the lawyer who pleased you
so last week. Such jolly man he is,
so eloquent, so witty, so wise, and
with what elegant manners, too! He
makes you think of courtly Sir Walter
Raleigh, does he? Ask his wife. She
can tell you that he IS surly as bear,
q tyrant to the children, and utterly
careless of anybody's comfort but his
own. Also that in lieu of the enter
tanning speech which delights all ears,
at home he rarely opens his mouth
from morning till night, unless it be
to growl. This is your Sir Walter


Raleigh.


Doubtless it would be an unforgivable


insult if you should hint to the meek


female, or to Miss Brown, or to the
: polished gentleman, that they were all


three consummate liars. For Miss


Brown plumes herself upon her per
: feet frankness, and the polished gen.


tleman believes that if there is one


unmistakable thing Heaven has called


him to do, it is to exhibit before adj


miring multitudes an honest man,
r. and that man. himself But he is a


great liar for all that. No mortal de-


claims so gallantly as he against the


sin of hypocrisy. But he is a great


hypocrite for all that And l am


afraid we are all more or less tainted


with it. Because the world is so very


full of girls who giggle and simper fol
T. outsiders, while they are coarse and


ill-mannerly in private, of gentlemen


who are heroes in public and doggish


at home. My ever beloved Stanislaus,


King of Poland, says further: 81


cannot comprehend how deceit is SO


cried down, and at the same time SO


common. 1t is a subject for wonder. y


Why cannot people learn that exactly


at home is the very place where all oul


patience, our good temper, our polite.


ness are needed the most? Are refined


manners and becoming dress pleasant


abroad and disgreeable at home? L


so, then indeed we may cast aside


every trait of civilization which dis


tinguishes us from the Digger Indian


and appear in all our naked savagerN
. before the ones who, whether deares
h. to us or not, are of certainty neares


to us. Experience has proved to eve
ry one of us that it is far harder to liv'


smoothly among persons with whom


we are thrown each day, than will


those whom we meet but now ant


then. That machinery which is il
of constant use needs constant oiling t
er make it work without creaking, or il
Sc truth, to make it work at all, and tn
'e far more complicated wheels withi
wheels of household require all ou
Y, self-lubrications of kindliness, gentle
o. ness, courtesy, and good temper, :
er run their daily round without jar.
re Oh! if we wheels could but remem
10 Der this; could but make our compan
= manners our home manners; coul
le but practise bit of our made-up pc
'e likeness on "Our folks" and neithe
~ snub our little brother nor scold ou
s. little sisters could but show our ow
v, fathers and mothers and all father
: and mothers somewhat of that respet
III and Difference we know so well ho'
w to use when it suits us, think thu
y, old age would not be as dreary an
eh lonely as it is. There wouldn't be s
ne much straining backward of achin
II, eyes after glimpses into the Enchante
de Land of Youth. And old women an
On men could look forward and backwal
MS with no shadow of regret for the r
isV turnless days of that golden time.-
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