Year: 1867

man that passes by? You would not dare
to enter the parlors of any lady friend
save perhaps the one who is tied to you
for life, and thereby can't remonstrate-
with a cigar between your lips. What
indemnity is furnished you by the free air
and the blue dome of heaven overhead !?
Have you specially chartered the public
promenade? Does stale tobacco smoke
smell any sweeter when it creeps under a
lady's vail or bonnet-ribbons than when
it insinuates itself into the curtains and
carpets of her boudoir?


What right have you to stand on hotel
steps and stare sweet innocent girls out
of countenance


What right have you to go to races,
base ball matches, conventions, and other
wild beast shows, spending the money and
time that belong to your family, and ST.
lencing your wife's timid questions with
"It's no place for woman 7" Is it a
place for a man ? That's what We should
like to know


What right have you to conceal your
business affairs from your wife, carefully
keeping her in the dark as to the relative
proportion Of outgo and income, and, f.
nally, when failure and ruin come, to
blame her for not being more "economi-
cal p The mariner never lived who
could steer ship at night with neither
compass nor rudder. Your wife is in no
way responsible for your commercial dis
asters.


What right Lave you, young man, to
walk straight from gambling den and
drinking saloon into the parlors of pure
girls and lily y-souled women, and expect a
welcome there? Can you touch pitch
and not be defled !? Have you no re-
spect for the atmosphere Of their noble
womanhood T. 90


. What right have you to squander your
money on champagne breakfasts, fast hor.
ses, yatch:racing, and billiards, and then
declare, incidentally, "you are sorry little
Mary interprets your attentions SO serious
ly-it costs SO much to live that you really
can't afford to marry2


What right have you to swear at the al
tar to Glove and cherish some hel pless crea.
ture, and then leave her alone and solita-
ry through long days and longer evenings,
because sit is SO stupid to be tied down at
home the whole time p @ -'i


What right have you to frown down
every possible innovation and improve
ment that can in any way elevate or bet
ter the down-trodden race of your domes-
tic slave woruau


What right have you to crowd her from
store counters and type-setting machine
tending, and the few other bread winners
open to her?


What right have you to pay her half
wages and quarter salaries for work that
she does we'll and promptly, merely be-
cause she is woman2


What right have you to roll up your
righteous eyes and mutter "a fast woman"
when you see one Of them going boldly
ahead and conquering Fate instead OF al
lowing Fate to conquer her?


And what right have you to say, 6 A
poor shiftless creature, with no enter
prise at all-nothing better could have
been expected from her p when another
of them, 100 weak and spiritless to con-
tend against the incoming tide OF calam-
ity, folds her poor hands and succumbs
resistlessiy to her DOOM


Don't tell us that these are "extreme
cases." They are not extreme cases.
They are cases that look you blankly in
the face morning, noon and night, when
ever you open your eyes upon the work
ings of the great outside world. Ask
yourself honestly and conscientiously to
how many of these counts you can plead
Not guilty" Ask yourself if there are
no improvements to be made-no wiser
methods of solving the old troublesome
riddles. You can be capable of great sac
rifces, or history is very much at fault.
Why don't you make life beautiful with
small sacrifices?


Well, there is 60 use in wasting prin-
ter's ink and paper. IF the daily, hour
~ contemplation Of a woman's patience,
and industry, and selfadnegation don't
produce the wished for effect, nothing
ever will and we suppose you, each and
all of you, have some domestic appendage
or other, wife, sister, mother, or daugh-
ter, who plays the part of admiring Queen
of Sheba to your sublime Solomon It
is the cold, old story gotten up in mod
ern type and gilded bindings, only one
can't help, once in century or so, ex-
pressing ones plain, honest, and candid
opinion.-Phrenological Journal, ~.