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THE WONIAN-QUESTION.
1 Woman W!io Is "Tired of Hearing Womon
Called Hastor-Pioccs of Saluro.”
Theodore Tiltou's Rejoinder in Behalf
of the Fair Sex.
The Bearing' that Womnn-Snf-
IVngo Will Have upou
Marriage.
A Scrooil About Womon.
UV A WOMAN.
v I’m tired of bearing womon called master
pieces of naluro. That is ono of tho polite fic
tions that pooplo say because it is expected of
them. It says itself mechanically, and I only
know I am lying by tho bitter in my mouth say
ing it.
0 That humbug about womon being any bettor
than they are obliged by law and society to bo,
betrays itself, however custom and babit mako
fehe pill glazed and sweet outside.
»J How would It seem to say tho tmth, out from
(lie very heart’s core, for onco in a way ? Thus
tho confession would road.
Perhaps you imagine you will got tbo truth,
bow. To speak tho troth knowingly and utterly,.
Is what no oroaturo living can do. Truth is somo-■
’thing awful as tho face of tho Deity, that no main:
Ban see and love. We got it in side glimpses and
Knisty forms, wo rovoal it oursolvos when half
conscious or thinking of something also, and bo
fcavo enough of it to livo by. Liko oxygon, when
pure it kills.
• You hold a woman’s hands, you look straight
into hor oyos, you magnetize hor with your pros*
once, your Ups court her and assure her. With
&U this forco of attraction you bid hor toll you
tho whole truth, on hor soul, by the strength of
your lovo waiting to absolve hor whether guilty
x)r not. Bho will hang upon you, hor eyes inno
cent as blue-bolls, as it wore, tho very soul
drawn through them into yours ; her breath
like tho warm balm of flowers at noon absorbed
by yours, and sbo will hoar your heart's irregular
boat in its anxiety to know tho truth, cost what
.it may, and with a face that would receive tho
, bon Dieu tans confession, sho will toU you ono
talf a truth, or a maddening lio, that you only
find out when poaco and Ufo aro wrecked for
ever.
You put tho question to a man. Tho shad
ows of long, trailing fir branches aro about you,
nud the fragranco of balsam scents ono by tho
warm day; overhead Is tho brilliance of stars;
you two aro alone with the summer night
music fainting on tbo car far off. You are
very much a child in experience, your
very ignorance making you bold—charm
ing and fatal gift to a woman. A
good angel makes you stop questioning “ Can
I trust you ?" Ruffians have passed by a crea
ture so forlorn, so harmless, with pity m their
rough features. Tho etrong commanding oyos
boar upon you hard as crystal, with a disdain of
subterfuge in them, tho hand gripe is liko that
of a sacramental oath, and in men's way ho
swears short and final assurance of his moaning,
or ho will toll tbo litoral truth in words that bo
to tho heart, and blind his perjury more effec
tually than any other device. So, bound to bo
no oscoptlou to your raoo, you wander on till tho
lightning strikes to show tho precipice at your
feet, and leaves you so prostrate and scathed
that ono is hardly thankful of being saved.
Truth is too much to expect from humon na
ture. In truth, speaking to oneself, tho old
monk was not so far out of the way who wrote a
Berios of discourses, callingworaon tho greatest
evils in nature. 110 used no gloves in handling
histhomo, but called them weak, corrupt, giddy,
treacherous, solfloh, wrong-blooded, with a
hearty vigor that is refreshing to read. St. Je
rome and St. Anthony woro in tho right In de
spising and shunning women who would fain and
forovor sot tboir weak and sickly natures before
a man as bis object of adoration, coming be
tween him and his ideal of duty, patriotism, hu
manity, or Ood. You never saw a thin, dis
torted, fine-skinned woman that didn't m her
inmost heart propose to load society in her cir
cle. stand as idol in tho minds of hor friends,
and absorb ©very energy and thought of tho man
who was her property.
. Selfish I There is no selfishness in tho world
liko tho utter spiritual selfishness of women.
There Is not ono in ton thousand who would not
rather boo her husband tied to herapron-strings,
or hovering about hor sofa, rather than giving
Lis genius to tho world, or his services to his
country, or doing his duty iu tho sphere where
life placed him, provided always ho could give
ber a sufficient income to spend at the some
time.
There is no weakness liko that of women, and
no ambition like theirs. For Heaven’s sake,
give them all they want; throw open the uni
versities, lay the corner-stone of a Sago building 5
In every college of tho land ; lot her turn tin
smith, barber, doctor, lawyer, merchant, thief;
lot her come and go, take office, run govern
ments, sot on juries, emancipate society gener
ally, and work out tho demonstration of her in
compotency to her own satisfaction, and that of
*ho civilized world. The creature con not reach
tho standard save by dragging it about.
Look at her achievements in tho arts. You
©over aoo a woman’s work in high art without
•recognizing its incompleteness of design. Her
most fatal attempts are in statuary, where
Pocahontas with thick ankles, Columbus model
ed after Andrew Johnson, of Tennessee, and
decorative work without beginning or end, or
unity of design, stand as her mastor-picco.
la poetry, provided sho is sufficiently diseased,
eo Uioi her brain absorbs tho vitality of her
whole oody, she may produce peculiar and elec
tric effects, but she never can got her wooden
umbos behind the curtain, or shift her scenes
without showing tho rollers. Her rhymes are
rhymes by grace, not by nature, her measures
are unwieldy. Sho is capable of riding her
heroines off battlements, which is groat cruelty
to the coal-black steeds, after making them go
up several pairs of stairs for the first time m
their lives. Sho can make women propose to
men, and save their credit, too, bat she cannot
write subduing and self-controlled asßrowning’s
“ Magnetism,-'* and no woman can over write
one such lino us that cry of Ottilo in " Pippa
Passes," when tho lovers are discovered by fato.
“ Not on me,
0 God I ou him have mercy I"
They aro great in novel writing, whore no
mistress of the art over assumed or presumed
un equality of talent with men. Jane Austen.
Mrs. Edwards, Charlotte Bronte wore the most
feminine of beings, and most hearty recognizors
of the superiority of men. What does Shirley
pay to Caroline Helstone, and Caroline echo to
Shirley, the mistress in the Grange ? Find the
hook, and road for yourself the honest, hearty,
declaration of man’s superiority, that always
comes from the noblest women. A good man
they felt to bo their master s they delighted in
hia range of power; they trusted in his strength;
they delighted to find him superior.
And superior a good and noble man always
will bo to any woman over born.
I don't mean that Slmmlns the tailor is the
superior in all things to Deborah the prophet
ess under the palm tree of Laohiah, or that Mrs.
Cady Stanton can’t outwit a good many puny
men who listen to her lectures; but. taking peo
ple by averages. Dr. Holland with all his plati
tudes and moral affectations will write more
that is worth considering in a year than Mrs.
Livermore; and Col. Hay’s lectures hold one's
attention from beginning toond, whiieundorMlss
Dickinson’s one—dooa— got— a—little—sleepy.
One always feels sorry for a man who gets
to saying much about the superiority of women;
ito must bo so deeply . deceived, or so easily
taken in.
The dedication of John Stuart Hill's essays to
his wife is a very noble witness of the chivalrous
and delicate affection which dwelt in that pre
cise, alook, criticising exterior; but it lowers our
estimate of the woman who inspired such con
cessions. Had eho been so truly great, wo can
not holp fooling, sbo would not have loft so pro
found an impression of her greatness on those
about her.
There was no tribute to bo proud of in that
opinion quoted about Margaret Fuller, by a man
who salu he never left her presence without
fooling his inferiority. Had ho forgotten both
Ids ignorance and nor superiority when with
her, the evidence of her power would havo been
perfect.
“Ho that will be greatest among you let him
bo your minister.”
“ He thatexalleth himself shall be abased.”
Believe these words as you will* they might as
Tvoll bo written in lottors of basalt, for they are
among tho foundations of tbo moral ■world, and
1 m° lessons women especially require to foam.
Xuoy wore mode, not to wrlto epics, or dovlso
govornmonts, or flaunt tholr intuitions over tlio
slow reason of men, but to marry, boar children,
guide tho bouse, and havo no occasion for any
body to apeak reproachfully.
I bog pardon, I can't help quoting tho Dlblo
sometimes, though it’s not progressive to boliovo
Vi —there is euch a deal of aouso In it. Be
sides, they are to dross as well as possible, sing,
dance, understand nursing and hospitality, learn
to keep secrets, hold tholr tongues, and control
their tempers. If anytliiug prevents tholr
marrying they are to mako an honest living in
any way they choose, without making a fuss
abont it.
Thou such things os aro good to know they
will bo .told. and such rights as aro good for them
to have will come to them. If any woman can’t
help writing epics, lot her write; and if she is
obliged by circumstances to not as Judge, jury,
or first-mato of a vessel, lot her, and bo glad she
can. But when slips of girls want to flirt over
law-books—lot thorn. Put them in an ofilco,
mako thorn study and pass examinations just as
hard as mon havo to do, and don’t mako ony
more fuss over them than you do when Joseph
or Augustus enters. Tako away the notoriety,
and tho assistance that every woman finds In
plenty on outerlng a now profession, and you’ll
find the angel straightway eliminated, and she
sinks straightway into tho prosaic human, very
glad to slip away into tho protection and ob
scurity of some moro congenial pursuit.
So, coll her anything but tho moalor-pioco of
tho race, and forswear tho ignorant homage that
makes the weak creature boliovo herself a god
dess in your eyes. There are mon sweeter, pur
er, sounder in tholr natures thaA womon over
wore, I hope. Tho humility of many fino mon
.attests, nor so much tho quality of what they ad
mire as of tholr own spirits, and tho best womon
simply fool offended at tbo indiscretion
which cannot discover anything moro lovely in
creation than tbo nervous, uncertain brightness
of their own sox. Womon wore mado to put
clothes on, tho majority of them; and if they
dross well, open their mouths with a littlo pru
dence, and keep within bounds of tbo calendar,
It is all that ought to be expected of them.—
Oolden Age, •
A Little Harping- on Our Daughters*
From tho Golden Agc—h’dilorial.
Tho brilliant woman who sends us " A Screed
About Women" (accompanying it with a request
that wo “give no sign of tho authorship") would
bo herself (could wo point to hor identity) tho
best answer to tbo general accusation of inferi
ority which she brings against bor own sex.
Bho is tired, she says, of hearing woman caUcd
tho masterpiece of nature. luto what realm of
strango noises she has carried hor oars that she
should h&vo hoard such a senseless ding-dong as
this, wo cannot imagine. True, according to
Burns (who possibly uttered tho sentiment after
a swig of Jamaica rum and sugar) nature’s pren
tice ban* was tried on man, and then she made
tho lassos, 01 Bnt, outside tho song, there is
nothing in tho modem demands which men are
.now making for women, or which women aro
making for themselves, that at all countenances
tbo chum that either of tho sexes is higher in
tho scalo of humanity tbau tho other, and least
of all the superior sox (if there bo ono) is tho
female.
Indeed, most men (and women also) have boon
only too content to fix woman’s place, both iu
nature and society, as that of a semi-serf at
man’s side.
Iu ruder countries, as for instance those in
habited by savage tribes, tho man shoots tbo
game, leaves it in tho woods, returns to his wig
wam. and sends bis squaw after tho carcass to
lug it hqjno. Ono of tho ideal ladies of tbo Poet
Laureate moots hor lover at tho castlo gate, and
os ao act of mingled hospitality and subser
viency, grooms his horse for him. just as the
modem hostler of a country tavern would do.
In Europe it is a common sight to boo women
mowing fields—doing tho work not only of men,
but of strong men. indeed, looking onfc of our
office window in Park Row, wo have seen a wom
an and a dog yoked together dragging a rag-cart
through tho street.
Now. in none of those notions concerning wo
men’s true rank and station do wo share.
Our correspondent would not condemn her
sisterhood to an equality with tho dog. Not at
all. Sbo would disdain such an affront. But,
on tho other hand, wo would not condemn our
correspondent and her fellow-countrywomen to
any inferior rank to that of man.
woman is not below man, nor above him, bat
at his side : she is neither his superior nor in
ferior, but bis equal; sho la not his sovereign
nor his slavo, but his mate.
Tills, it seems to us, is woman's true position.
Tho flattery bestowed on women—and particu
larly tho sort of silly compliment which our cor
respondent so bravely disdains—usually comes
from a class of men who. oven whilo they eulo
gize women as ornaments, jewels, and angels,
nevertheless deny to tho very women whom they
compliment tho greatest industrial, educational,
and civil rights which those men claim for them
selves.
Tho demand winches now making In behalf of
woman is not that woman ought to be a man, or
bo liko man, or do tho work of man, or bo tho
superior of man. Nothing of the sort. On tho
contrary, it is simply a demand that woman shall
bo regarded as a man’s equal copartner in all tho
privileges and opportunities of life, just as she
is hold to bo his equal co-partner in all the obli
gations growing out of social and moral duty.
In ono respect we agree with our correspond
ent. Sho says that women are not bettor than
men. This is true. Neither are they worse.
There is a good deal of human nature both in
men and women. Wo all have our common
root, and bloom In the average morality of our
times. Society boars a little harder on womanly
than on manly derelictions, but this merely loads
women to do covertly what men do openly. Tho
two sexes reflect each other’s morality. If tho
standard for both wore a little higher it would do
neither any harm; and if tho standard for both
were exactly tho some, it would do tho whole
race an equal and stupendous benefit.
Our correspondent thinks that women do not
toll the truth os fearlessly as men do. This, to
some degree, is correct. But it results not from
any greater disposition toward falsehood hi tho
female mind than in tho male. It comes rather
from woman’s dependent position, making her
fear man's frown—as when ho scowls at her for
coming to him for monoy to pa; tho butcher and
grocer. Women are hold accountable to men;
men accountable only to themselves. Put both
on an equality and there will be loss equivoca
tion.
Our correspondent is grievously wrong in her
supposition that wives cannot bo unselfish
enough to give their husbands up to public duty
and service when the occasion calls. Sho says:
" There is not ono in 10,000 who would not
rather see her husband tied to her apron-strings,
or hovering about her sofa, rather than giving
bis genius to the world, or his services to his
country, or doing his duty in the sphere whore
life has placed him, provided always bo could
?ivo her sufficient income to spend at tho same
imo,” It strikes ns that this is grossly unjust.
Wo have known somo wives, and know of
many 'more, who have freely given their hus
bands to tho public—aye, to battlefields and
bloody deaths. This nation has too lately passed
through a ghastly history of perils and graves
to need any special enforcement of this argu
ment by illustration. In the art of solf-sacri
fleo women are superior to men. At least wo
have so learned this lesson of human nature
from the women among whom wo have lived
from our childhood’s estate to this present. And
wo hope never to unlearn it.
Our correspondent thinks that when the uni
versities ore thrown open to women, when
womoncanbecome "tinsmiths, harbors, doctors,
lawyers, merchants, and thieves," when women
"take office, run government, and sit on juries,"
they will "work out tho demonstration of
their Incompetonoy." Wo ask, incompotoncy for
what ? Incompotoncy to bo men ? That is de
monstrated already. But will they demonstrate
their incompetonoy to be women ? We deny the
charge; wo repel tho insinuation. A woman
who knows enough to bo' her son’s critic, not
only in his conduct, hut likewise in his studios,
is a bettor woman and mother than if she had
fed on butterflies and fashion-plates, and never
soon a book. A woman who knows something
of modioino la all tho more of a womau because
she can bo both physician and nurse to her own
family. A woman who could take an office—for
instance a post-office worth $3,000 a year (as wo
know of some women doing, and doing well)—
would thereby bo all tho bettor oblo to
support the children of some dead soldier
who gave his life for his country. A woman
on a jury would bo just as appropriate a specta
cle as a woman lu tho same court either as plain
tiff ordefoudout. Wo do not believe that women
will outshine men in those pursuits for which
men are most adapted, but wo do believe that a
liberal education and largo industrial and civil
advantages will conduce to tho honor and glory
of all women who receive them.
“ Look at woman’s achievements In art!” says
our correspondent, belittling her artistic genius.
Well, there have boon very respectable achieve
ments In art by women ; if not in tho art of
painting (though Bosa Bouheur racks high), yet
In the art of acting; for tho chief genius of the
stage in our generation was Bacliel—nothing
but a woman. Perhaps woman’s artlstio genius
has not yet been fully developed. But oven sup
posing alio can never equal Raphael or Angelo,
why should she be asked to do so ? Woman’s
function in art, as in everything else, is not to
do over again what men have done already; hut
THE CHICAGO DAILY TRIBUNE; SUNDAY, JULY S>», 1873,
it is to do something different, and that can bo
done only by women. Is there any man who
over lived who could have written Jane Eyro ?
No, not Blialispoaro himself. It took a woman
to do it. In like manner, thoro is in literature,
art, and science ft realm for woman as for man—
a need of woman as of man. And wo want
women to bo educated not to fulfill the functions
of mon, sinco they can never do this so well ns
men; nut to fulfill tbo functions of women,
Which they can always do bettor than men.
tiuob is our demand for womon which wo nrgo
to-day oven against a woman. It is a comraon
eonso demand for equal education, equal wages,
equal opportunities, equal privileges—in a word,
an equal ohanco in life.
. If our correspondent, who is not only a wom
an, but is known and respected by womon,
would Join us In making this demand for wom
on, her whole sox would bo tho gainer by tho
service which her pen could rondor.
Tho Grcok who was tired of hearing Aristides
called tho just, condemned not Aristides, but
himself. And our correspondent, whoso sensi
tive oars havo boon somewhat rudely beaten per
haps by tho elamor of certain reformers who aro
pleading woman’s causo, ought not to got so
easily tired of tho iterations of justice, particu
larly justice to her own sox.
Wonmn-Suffrngo and iTlarrlngo»<»Tlio
Hearing- tlio First Will Uavo upon tlio
Second.
From the Cincinnati Gazelle.
It Is impossible to separate tbo question of
woman suffrage from tbo marriage question, for
tbo simple reason that if marrlago bo a state of
subjection for tho wlfo, she Is Incapable of froo
suffrage; but if it is claimed upon tho assump
tion that marrlago is not a state of subjection,
that ought to bo plainly declared; or, if it is
thought that suffrage will result in the omancl-
Eatlon of tho wife from subjection to tbo hus
and, tho consideration of a change so moment
ous cannot bo separated from a consideration of
tbo act which is to cause it. Therefore, those of
tho woman’s rights agitators who try to shovo
by tho issue, by saying that one reform la enough
at a time, and that they will push first tho naked
question of woman suffrage, aro moro artful than
candid. It is likely that they porooivo, tho samo
as their moro courageous sisters, that woman
suffrage moans a revolution in all the relations
of woman; but they try to suppress tho natural
consequences lost the presentation of all would
shook the general sensibilities.
Wo must not bo misunderstood as opposing
woman's oomploto emancipation. Wo aro in
clined to lot hor have hor own way in every
thing, desiring only that sho shall realize and
state what she wants. In tbo law of nature,
which the common law only followed, tbo wifo
was completely subject to the husband’s con
trol. Modem statutes have made some invasions
into tho natural relation, yet tho state of the
wife, la still essentially a state of subjection,
although tho nature of tho male beast is so
chivalrous and kindly that most wives aro un
conscious of their legal bondage. Those in
vasions have been mostly in tho matter of prop
erty, in tho effort to give her independent rights.
This, however, has served but little good pur
pose; for the good wife will hardly receive hor
own property when the husband is in distress,
and ho must bo a very incompetent husband who
cannot either cajole, bully, or torment his wifo
out of her separate estate, when bo wants to. It
is true, police administration assumes to inter
fere with tbo husband’s rights to whip his wife,
and it has encouraged wives In insubordination
by tho idea that their persons aro to bo sacred
from their husband's disciplinary processes.
But this amounts to nothing ; for, osldo from
tho fact that but fow of tbo whipped wives toll
their grief, a husband must bo excessively stupid
who cannot find ways enough to punish bis wifo,
without making a tangible case for the police.
If tho wifo havo a separate property, it is a
provision for both and for their ohfldron, and is,
therefore, in a largo degree a common interest.
If, however, sho is to have a vote, then sho
must cither cast it in accord with her husband’s
political portizanship or against it. Tho con
flicts of political parties run to intense animosi
ty. 'They divide neighbors and blood relations.
They make a kind ,of chronic civil war, and a
perpetual series of bloodless' revolutions, which
give outlet to tho belligerent and restless propen
sities of mankind. Tuoy separate communities
and churches into classes. Gan tho state of
marriage stand such a bone of contention ? Can
tho wifo in hor present subject state nso this
right independently ? Of courso it will bo an
swered that tbero Is nothing In all this, for tho
wife will naturally take tho same view as hor
husband, and will voto as ho docs, and thus all
will go on as musical as marriage bolls. But if
sbo takes her husband's views, and votes as ho
does, sho does not voto independently, and there
fore is incompetent to bo a voter.
To givo tno wifo a voto, so that sho may voto
os hor husband does, is simply to given tho mar
ried man two votes. It may,bo right to do this,
as an encouragement to marriago, since it is said
that men aro growing disinclined; but it shook!
bo done squarely. Others will answer that the
wifo may voto against hor husband, and yet,
such is tho chivalry and magnanimity of tho
malo beast, tbat it will not disturb their conju
gal harmony; and that, anyhow, sho will havo
tho right to vote as sho pleases, and bo will have
to make tho boat of it. But can he not prevent
her ? Is tho art of husbandry so rude that tbero
are no ways of controlling, influencing, or re
straining wives but by bolts and bars, or by
whipping ? Is it true tbat, with a large class of
our population, tho word or nod of command,
with tho disciplinary blow behind it, will bo tho
ready and sufficient means of securing this vot
ing unity ? This will bo tho caso not so much
among tuo Americans as among tho adopted cit
izens, who come from countries whore the au
thority of tbo husband stands much higher than
among tbo Americans, and whore marital sub
jection has not boon demoralized by radical the
ories.
But bow infinite are the ways in which tho
husband can make it uncomfortable for the wife
who puts herself in conflict with himl Only
tho clumsiest have to resort to corporal violence.
So long as she remains in his house, everything
that makes life tolerable is in bis power. Sho
cannot have tho first element of that freedom
which Is tho essential quality of the right of
suffrage without entire emancipation from bis
control; and she cannot havo this without tho
right to dissolve the marriage partnership and
to divide tho effects at her pleasure. With that
behind her, she may venture to cast her voto in
dependently. Not until sho can afford to defy
her husband can she afford to voto against him.
NoMill she bo mode free of tho bondage of mar
riage can she bave that freedom which is tho
essential qualification for the suffrage. In this
wo do not oppose woman suffrage: wo simply
show its prerequisites without objecting to
them,
But is the case complete when it is declared
that tho wife will not vote with her husband, or
if she votes against him ho will stand it ? Will
the wife stand it if the husband votes against
her ? 'While vindicating tho capacities of hus
bands, wo moan n6 disparagement of tho ability
of wives to make it uncomfortable for husbands,
when they put their minds to it. By her nature
tho feelings of woman are intense. She has a
singleness of view that makes her intolerant.
When her feelings become enlisted in tho strife
of parties and of personal ambition in politlcs
wo shall realize an Intensity of feeling and a
sharpness of controversy which the most heated
and calumnious political oontosto hitherto havo
given no measure of. Can it be that the wife
will return from the hot conflicts of tho caucus,
tho rostrum, or tho polls, to keep silence, or to
smllo over the same division in tho family olrolo 1
Complete emancipation is tho first condition of
woman suffrage, oho must bo freed from sub
jection to tho husband by giving her tho right to
terminate tho contract at her pleasure, or the
grant of the ballot to her will bo an evil gift,
multiplying her woes. But will tho right to ter
minate tho marriage contract make her free ? Is
there not something in her nature which makes
her incapable of independence ? Social reform
ers are eo irreverent toward authority that it is
of no use to cite them to tho groat flab—" And
thy desire shall bo to thy husband, and ho shall
rule over theetherefore, wo pass by this
dominant part of tho female nature. Bnt tho
difference of sox seems to havo .made a division
of dnticu or labors, and those of tho wife ac
cumulate disabilities upon her. Tho keeping of
tho house, tho bearing of children and the tak
ing care of them, and all those wifely duties dis
able her from earning her living in other ways,
and gather ties upon her which it Is bard to
throw off. Freedom to throw off the contract Is
but a mockery to her; still worse when for this
she has to allow to tho husband tho same free
dom.
Tho difference of sox Is after all an insur
mountable difference. The abolition of the dis
tinction In clothes does not begin to remove it.
It makes woman look to marriage as tho end of
her existence, and marriage disables bor for in
dependence, and leaves in man’s hands tho
moans of earning the subsistence for all. The
control of tho moans of subsistence is the con
trol in all things. Hot till woman ceases to look
to marriage for occupation, and fits herself to
fight the battle of life alone, and thus makes and
keeps herself independent of man. can she bo
said to have that freedom which is the first qual
ification for the suffrage. When wo state that
woman must abolish marriage, and all domestic
relations with man, if she would havo the free
dom which is requisite to the right of suffrage,
we must not he misunderstood as opposing
woman-suffrago; wo are merely stating the
conditions and consequences. Wo are inclined
to lot women havo tliolr own way in this matter,
if they knowwhat that way la. «-
Sub they cannot ho wives and mothers and yot
bo froo voters. They cannot neglect the train
ing which 1b requisite to self-support. and do*
pond on marriage an a provision, and yot bo inde
pendent votora, Marriage and Us duties and
oousoquoncoa aro incompatible with woman suf
frage. Those must bo nbolishod. Woman's
nature Is inoompotlblo with that Indopondonco
which io essential to her enfranchisement. It
must bo ohangod. If it bo said that this implies
the extinguishment of tho race, we reply that a
principle does not stop for consequences. Tho
female mind which has advanced so far as to de
mand tho vote, has thrown off tho notion that
hor paramount duty is io replenish tho earth,
Anaohorsls Oloots said in tho French Assembly,
that “ democratic liberty would bo purchased
cheaply at tho cost of (bo destruction of tho
whole human raceand Thomas Jefferson,
whom that remarkable historian, James Barton,
finds tho only true republican In his time, wrote
to Mr. Short, our Minister at tho Hague, that
tho only fault of tho Jacobins as to their massa
cres was that they did not kill enough, and that
it would ho bettor if every Nation woro killed off
to a single pair, and they froo, than to lot thorn ■
livo as they aro.
If tho truth bo found as to tbo rights of
woman, wo shall not rojoot it because it loads to
tho extinction of tho human raoo. But lot ns
deal honestly in ibis affair, and oontomplato tho
inovitablo consoqnonoos of our acts, ana not pro
tond to delude ourselves with tho idea that
woman-suffrage moans no visible ehango In the
social relations, and that all the tender ties of
husband and wifo will remain as before, and that
tho only oonsoquoneo will bo that pleasing pic
ture which tho soft Thoodoro Tilton drow, when
ho told how tho wifo would go to tho polls loan
ing on tho husband’s arm, with tho ballot in ono
hand and tho wodding-ring on tho other, and to
gether they would swootly deposit thoir votoo
.with a sympathetic palpitation. Woman-suf
frage, with any snob subjection or influence as
tbio, is only an insult to woman. They who aro
agitating this cause do not moan that woman
with tho ballot is to continue a political cipher
as boforo. Nor could it bo if thoy did moan it.
Tho enfranchisement of woman moans her
emancipation and hor complete indopondonco of
man. It moans a social revolution.
SCENES IN OMNIBUSIA.
EY TUtl.
Ton put your foot on tho atop, and the horses
make a atari; whereupon you cling desperately
to tho troacboroua door.
Thou tho driver concludes to stop for tho six
teenth part of 9, minuto; during which time you
znonago to atop on tho hem of your dross, and
abstract a piece two iaohos In dopth.
Then tho man who sits In tho corner gets mod
at tho delay, puts his arm through the window,
and gives you an old-fashioned “boost,” which
quickens your progress considerably.
Once inside, a glance around assures you that
you have to stand | and a poop In tho gloss, that
your hat has a peculiarly jolly way of gracing
tho side of your bead.
Just os you meditate retreat, the driver crooks
his whip with an “Pvo-got-yoa” air; tho horses
jump; and you impulsively soot yourself in the
lap of tho fat old gentleman who does not bo
■ lievo in sudden deposits, unless made in cash.
Arising, with dignity in your mien and a flush
on yonr brow, to see each separate face wear
tho “smile which is childlike and bland,” you
involuntarily trace tho sizo of your nails .on (ho
palms of your hands, and snap your tooth on
what yon meant to bo an anathema on all “ grin
ning idiots,” but really on. tho tip of your
tongue. At this the water trickles from your
ported lips, and
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise In tho heart, and gather to tho eyes.
Thou that malignant driver rings for your (to
you) forgotten faro, and you dive to tho depths
of your pocket to produce what you suppose to
ho a nickel, but what lies boldly on tho out
stretched masculine palm—a penny.
oye gods and little fishes! How docs tho sar
castic care with which ho hands it back out your
great soul to tho quick 1 And bow indignantly
3o you glare at your follow-passougeral And
bow knowingly do your follow-passongoas look
at each other!
Then your whole faco glows with celestial,
rosy, but father uncomfortable, rod, while you
make frantlo efforts to discover that diabolical
llvo-cont piece, which proves to be non oat.
After an interval, in wliioh tho fiendish driver
rings again for your faro, and tho “grinning
idiots” look still moro knowingly at each other,
you find another piece of currency,' and drop it
Into tho samo officious grasp which bos but just
returned that penny, while you mentally re
solve to sew your pocket-book to your pocket.
Then some ono gets out and yon sit down,
whereupon tho officious gentleman strokes the
fourteen lomon-oolorod hairs which arc his
“monstachios, you know,” and throws you a
sweetly-killing glance from tho fathomless depths
of orbs which wear the matchless tint soon only
in skimmed milk.
Then bo gracefully lifts his hat to the most
elegantly-dressed lady whom ho boos on the pave
ment, but who doos not see him. By this ho aims
to secure two ends: first, to show you that his
pretty, curling looks are parted exactly In the
middle; second, to impress you with the fact
that ho numbers very aristocratic ladies among
his acquaintances.
While you are mildly wondering what will bo
the color of the young man’s nose by tbo time
he gets through scrubbing it so diligently, ho
discovers that he hasn’t room enough, stretches
out ono highly-polished boot, and drops it, with
precision upon yov tondorost corn.
The last straw broke the camel's back-: you
now conclude that walking is preferable to
riding, any time.
Accordingly, yon finish the remainder of your
journey on foot; while you relievo yourself by
spicy, if silent, comments on tho “ re-al fellahs,
you know," who haunt Omnibusia.
And you romombor that officious young man
in your prayers I
HUMOR,
—Labor in vein—tbo work of minora.
—A gay Spiritualist may bo called a happy me
dium.
—A clergyman lately said that modem young
ladles are not tho daughtorsof Shorn and Ham,
but of hem and sham.
—The Now York Mail asks: “What more
preoioua thing can a man have than the first love
of an innocont girl—with an undivided interest
in fourteen boulevard lots.
—Now Jersey people don’t say “liar’’right
out, but remark: “Sir, you remind me of my
lamented brother, who could pervert truth with
tho greatest ease."
—A frontier-correspondent who saw Copt.
Jack after his capture, writes that, in his
opinion, tho Uodoo Chief 'a appearance would
havo boon vastly improved if he had boon wash
ed before ho woo ironed.
—“ What’s tho date of your bustle ?" waa what
an anxious papa asked his well-dressed daugh
ter, after searching for the latest copy of his
paper.
• —Tho LoulsviUo Courier-Journal vouches for
tho fact that a Kentucky widow waa hauled to
her husband’s funeral the other day by tbo same
mule that kicked tho breath out of his body.
—Why is it that a oat is so quiet over a saucer
of milk, when the commonest symbol of noisi
ness is a miU-clappor (milk-lapper) ?
—A Sioux Chief, after following a surveying
party on the Northern Paoiflo for some days,
mildly remarked that they might go on, for he'd
be d d if he'd freeze to death for what hair
there was in that crowd.
—An lowa wife lately came Into possession of
a legacy of SSOO, and bought a divoroo with it.
—When a Philadelphia husband comes homo
late his wife makes him say “Olaxton, Itomson
A naffelflnger," which is a book-publishing firm
in that city.
—A housewife in England, in filling up her
schedule for tho census paper, described herself
as tho “ head of tho familywhile In respect to
tho trade of her husband she wroto, “He turns
my mangle."
—“You are a little boar, madamo," said a brute
to a fashionable belle at an evening party.
“Sir!" exclaimed tho dismavod one. "‘About
the shoulders, I mean," smilingly replied he.
—“What are you catching my trout for?"
cried an irascible old gentleman to a young man
whom ho found fishing on hla place, and who
utterly silenced him by coolly saying, “Who
wants to catch your trout ? I'm only trying to
drown this worm."
—Au Illinois widow who fainted away at the
grave of her husband and remained In a lit all
night was married four weeks after.
—WoU-iuformed old lady (to polite young
tourist): “So you've oomo to see tho hoautioa of
tho neighborhood, have you ? Well, thou, thoro
haln’t none to see, for they're just ail on ’em
tho plainest-faced, commonplace wouohoa about
those parts thoro is to bo found in all the wide
world, and so 1 toll *eo."
—The hood waiter of tho Ohineae Imperial
household is degraded and punished for “ hand
ling tho dishes carelessly," Under any other
government the offense might acorn a trivial one
for atato cognizance, but m the Flowery King
dom it is tho gravest sort of orime to hazard the
downfall of China.
—Biddy (to Fat, in charge about a difficulty)—
% H Nevpp fear, ity) Sure y*’vo got an upright
Judge to thry yo.“ Pat—“Ah, Biddy dartin', tho
dlvil an upright Judge I want. 'Tls ono that'll
lano a Htilo.— Punch,
—A philosophical Kentuckian who had but ono
shirt, and was lying in bod while tho garment
won drying on tho olothoß-lino In tho yard, was
startled by on exclamation from bis wifo to tho
effect that “Tho calf had oaton it.” “Well,”
paid tho Kontuoklan, with a spirit worthy of a
hotter cause—“ well, them who has must lose.”
—A Western editor's statement, “Wo ore
living at this moment under absolute despot
ism, is ottrlbutod by his contemporaries to tho
foot that ho has just boon married.
is very sickly hero,” said ono of tho
sons of tho Emerald Imo tbo other day to anoth
er. “Yea,” replied hik companion, “a groat
many have died this year that havo never died
before.”
—When a crowd of jayhawkors started a dis
turbance in & Texas church tho othor day, tho
S readier raised up a shot-gun and said j »* Wil
am Dollo. sit down, or I’ll raako it painful for
you.” William sat down and was os quiet as a
lamb.
—•Thoodoro Book onco said to a man at whoso
table a publisher got vory tipsy, “You appear to
havo emptied your wine-cellar into your book
seller.”
—A boarding-house fiend tolls tho story that
in a recent thunder storm tho warring of tho
elements was so awe-inspiring that tho hair in
a dish of butter in tho pantry-houso turned
completely whito during tho night.
—Spicer suggests that tho Michigan State
Prison should ho located at Lansing, on tho
ground that lancing is tho only euro for folons.
Commercial.
—A Boston high-school girl, jnst graduated,
said In hor essay: “ Lot us avoid tho frivolities
of lifo and pursuo tbo noblest ends only.” Tho
noxt day she was moved to tears in an agonizing
attempt to dooido tho proper shade of bluo for
her complexion.
—Modest Assurance.—Lady of tho house:
“Well, MUlicont. how do you like your now
homo, ‘Boland?’” MUlicont: “0, immensely 1
Cut ho wants a firm hand, you know. Ho'd
vory soon run away with mo, if 1 gavo him a
ohanco; wouldn’t ho, Bobort?” Bobert (first
cousin to MUlicont): “Bun away with you, if
you gavo him a ohanco ? By Ooorgo, if I can
Judge of ‘Boland's* feelings by my own, Ishould
just think he would.”
—For tho poor beggar-girl whom wo handed
50 ( cents yesterday, and who said she would
bring us book 40 cents in ehango as soon as she
could stop around tho comer and got it, wo aro
growing painfully anxious. Wo fear she has
mot with foul play. If she hasn't, then wo havo.
—Louisville Courier-Journal.
—Justice Bartholomew Lynch, of Now Or
leans, is one of tho Judicial notabilities of that
city. After listening to a two-hour argument by
lawyer Hagan, tho other day, ho raised himself
slowly in his chair, and inquired very mildly.
“ Are yo through, Mister Hagan ?” “ Yes, sir.”
“ Are yo sure you’re through ?” “ Yes, sir,
quite sure.” “ Well, sir,” romorkod Lynch,
“your argument has had no moro effect upon
tho Court than a spoonful of water on tho back
of a duck. There’s boon Judgment entered up
against yo for an hour or more.
—An Oil City exchange sayas “One of our
pollcomon is in a quandary. Ho has levied on a.
torpedo magazino, containing several cases of
glycerine, and tho party defendant, who has tho
Key, refuses to open tho door to lot tho Com
monwealth in. Tho policeman could tako a
sledge-hammer and ' bust ’ things, but as ho boa
a family and Uvea happily, ho docs not Uko to go
fooling round tho magazine in that way.”
—A rfow York party, who woara spectacles and
white linen clothes and boards at one of our
hotels, wont out into tho woods to hunt for wUd
strawberries. Two doctors have since boon em
ployed banting for one of bis oars. They have
got tho swelling down so ho can blow lua nose
with a pair of pincers, and think they have
fonnd all of his mouth, nut thoy can't find that
oar. Thoy boliovo it is there, however. People
who can't toll mercury vinos from strawberry
plants should koop out of tho woods.— Danbury
Afctoa.
—A man who is known os a brute In his fam
ily, and a grumbler and mischief-maker in
church, and whom tho sight of a contribution
box fills with wrath, delights to rehearse m
prayer-mooting tho story of his Christian ox-
Sorionco, and tho wonderful changes wrought
icreby. On a recent occasion he told “the old,
old story.” winding up, as usual, with tho quota
tion, “By tho grace of God, lam what I am.”
As ho was leaving tho place, ono of tho tmro
genorato, who had been a listener, sainted him
with tho remark, “Isay, old follow, you must
have boon a terrible wicked man at tho first, if
you havo improved as much as you represent.”
Tho falliug from grace that followed was painful
to behold.
;JOHN JANKIN’S SERMON.
The minister said last night, says be,
“ Don’t bo afraid of givin’:
If your llfo ain’t nothin’to other folks,
Why, what’s tbo use o’ livin’? ”
And that’s what I Bay to wife, says I,
There’s Drown, the mis'rshle sinnor,
ZXo’d sooner a beggar would ntarve than give
A cent toward buyln' a dinner.
I toll you our minister’s prime, be Is,
Dut I couldn’t quite determine,
When 1 hoard him o-gl\in’ it right and left.
Just who was bit by his sermon.
Of course there couldn’t bo no mistake
When bo talked of long-winded prayin',
For Peters and Johnson they sot and scowled
At every word bo was Bayin’.
And tho minister he wont on to say,
“ There’s various kinds o’ cheatin’,
And religion’s as good lor ovary day
As it is to bring to mootin'.
I don’t think much of a m&n that gives
Tho Lord Amens at my preachlu’,
And spends his timo tho followin' week
In cheatin' and overrcachln’."
I bomb that dose was bitter enough
For a man like Jones to sw.illor;
Dut I noticed he didn’t open his month.
Not once, after that, to holler.
Hurrah, says I, for tbo minister I
Of course I said It quiet—
Give us some more of this open talk;
It's very rofrcsbln* diet.
Tho minister hit 'em every timo;
And when he spoke of fashion,
And a-riggin' out in bows and things,
As woman's rulin' passion, _
And s-comln' to church to see tho styles,
I couldn’t help a-winkin'.
And a-nudgin* my wife, and, says I, “ That’s you,”
And I guess it sot her thlukln'.
Bays I to myself, That sermon's pat;
But man Is s queer creation ;
And I’m much afraid that most o' the folks
Won’t take tho application.
Now, If ho had said a word about
My personal mode o’ sinuin',
I'd have gone to work to right myself,
And not set hero a-grluuiu’.
Just then tho minister says, says be,
" And now I’ve come to the fellers
Who’ve lost this shower by usin' their friendfl
As sort o' moral umbrellas.
Go home, "says ho, “ and find your faults,
Instead of huntin' your brothers’;
Go homo,” ho says, “ and wear the coats
You’ve tried to fit for others.''
My wife she nudged, and Drown be
And there was lots o’smilin’,
And lota o’ lookin’ at our pew;
It sot my blood a-bilin’.
Bays I to myself, Our minister
Is gittin’ a liitlo bitter;
I’ll tell him, when meotlu’s out, that 1
Ain’t at all that kind of a crittor.
—Harper's liaear.
Digger Indiana Catching Grnsshop-
porn*
lUdlup through tho foot-liills, noar Booklin, I
saw a curious and unexpected Bight. Thoro are
still a few wretched Digger Indians iu this part
of California: and what 1 saw was a party of
those engaged iu catching graaahoppers, which
they boil and cat. They dig a number of funnel
shaped holes, wide at tho top, and olgktoon
Inches deep, on a cleared space, and .thou, with
roge and brush, drive tho grasshoppers toward
these holes, forming, for that purpose, a wide
circle. It is slow work, hut they scorn to do
light in it; and their excitement was
groat as tboy neared the circle of holes and
the insects began to hop and fall into thorn. At
lost there was a close and rapid rally, and half a,
dozen bushels of grasshoppers were driven into
tho boles 5 whereupon hats, aprons, bogs, and
rags wore stuffed in, to prevent tho multitudes
from dispersing; and then began tho work of
picking them out by handfuls, crashing them
roughly iu tho band to keep them quiet, and
crowding thorn into tho bags in which they wore
to bo earriod to the ranohoria. “ Sweet, all samo
pudding," cried an old woman to mo, as I stood
looking on. It is not a good year for grasshop
pers this yoar; no, they liko tho year of which
an inhabitant of HouovUlo apolco to mo later iu
tho day, when, he said, “ They ate up every bit
of his garden truck, and then eat on tho fence
and aslcod him for a chow of tobacco."— Charles
Nordhojf’ in tho New York TiHOuno,
ITlr. lllorstndt’s Pictures*
Mr. Albert Bioratadt scut two pictures to the
Vienna Exhibition—“ Donuor Lake " and “ Tho
Emerald Fool." For along time those paintings
could uol be found In the exhibition, and it was
supposed that they had failed to arrive. It uow
appears that, by some unaccountable mistake,
they wore hung in the Belgian instead of tho
American department, and there they remain up
to tho present time. The artist's name probably
misled the managers of tho exhibition as to the
source whence tho pictures come.
NAPOLEONISM.
Social Anatomy of tho Second
Umpire.
Tho Inherent Iloliomlnnlnm of tho Ilona*
pnrtlst Tone and Manners,
From tho London Saturday Review.
In its time tho Daily Telegraph hao certainly
bad somo very wonderful correspondents, aud
perhaps none of them have boon more wonder
ful in their way than tho gentleman who was un
til lately its representative in Paris. Originality
has not always been tho strong point of corre
spondents of that journal, but at least this ono
was original. Thoro never was anything liko
him before, and thoro never has boon anything
liko him since. His succoßsor or successors have
boon only a weak imitation of tho original arti
cle, and tho rocont spasmodic effort of ono of
thorn to distinguish himself by telegraph
ing in breathless baste a long and detailed nar
rative of a particularly confidential interview
with a too celebrated lady who hod just
boon requested to relieve Paris from her
presence was almost a confession of despair. It
has boon thought worth whilo to roprint a col
lection of tho groat correspondent's letters,
under tho title of “ Court and Social Life In
Franco under Napoleon tho Third" (Tinsley
Brothers), and it must ho said of thorn that thoy
constitute a worthy monument both of tho
Daily Telegraph and of tho Second Empire.
From tho preface wo loam that tho correspond
ent had had some personal acquaintance with
tho Emporor m tho devious bypaths of his
shady oxilo, and this won for him “ peculiar so
cial advantages "at Paris. Wo aro also assured
that his*“stylo” was peculiarly his own. It
would cortalnly appear that, by a rare combina
tion of remarkable qualities, ho was peculiarly
fitted nob only to represent tho Telegraph, but
to bo tho chronicler of tho Empire. Tho friend
of royalty, tho confidant of chamberlains and
statesman, tho cherished darling of aristocratic
cotorlos, descended to common earth when ho
sat down to describe the doings of Olympus. Ho
had a happy way of writing history in tho racy lan
guage of tho turf and tho smoking-room. His
letters had all tho charm of that free and easy
conversation which is associated with tho un
buttoned waistcoats, seltzer and brandy, and
short blaok pipes; ana an unbuttoned correspond
ent was obviously an appropriate historian of a
debraille Empire. Tho writer of tho preface as
sures us that, although tho letters may seem at
first sight scattered and incoherent, thoro will
bo found running through them “ a distinct idea,
steadily gathering consistency and strength," ana
this Is cortalnly True. Tho volumes have really
a historical value, for thoy illustrate In a very
striking way tho peculiar social characteristics of
tho Second Empire, and enable us to understand
the sort of loathing and contempt with which tho
Bonapartist Court was regarded by all decent
people in Franco.
Tuo truth is, that down to its last hours tho
Empire could not shako off the evil taint of its
origin. Tho political crimo of tho coup d’etat
most Fronchmon would havo boon ready to for
give, and probably had forgiven. It was tho so
cial surroundings of tho Court which ruined it.
AU at once a Uttlo knob of men who untU a short
time before bod boon Uving from hand to mouth
as more adventurers, swindling tradesmen,
bilking landladies, punting in low. hells, and
otherwise exorcising tholr wits in tho pursuit
of a precarious livelihood, suddenly found them
selves tho masters of ono of tho richest coun
tries of tho world. Tho transition might have
boon too much oven for a moro austere virtue
than was represented in a circle to which tho
creator of Vautriu could alone have done justice.
As it was, tho result was inevitable. Tho JUoutago
of Maz&rin and Fouquot was revived by tho con
spirators of December. Never perhaps before
in tho history of tho world was so much hungry
scoundrolism suddenly pat in tho way of helping
itself to what it wanted. Tho leader of tho sot
had to tolorato his companions, aud found when
too late that thoy would not submit to tho pru
dent restraints which, for tholr own sake, as
well as his own, ho would havo liked to im
pose, If ho had boon a very groat man ho
would possibly havo got rid of troublesome as
sociates by banishing or shooting them; but
thou ho was not n very great man, but oasy, aud
kindly, and gouerous in his private friendships.
And, besides, unloss he had done it very boldly,
it might havo been dangerous for him to brook
with his former confederates. It is the penalty
of all conspiracies that, however excellent may
bo tho motives with which thoy aro undertaken,
thoy cannot be accomplished except by thel.aid
of persona whom it is difficult afterwards to
shako off, and with whom contact is pollution.
Tho plunder of tho Stato, suspected rather than
known, did less harm to tho now Empire, per
haps, than the inherent Bohomianism of its tone
and manners. Tho Emperor himsolf never
emancipated himself from the loose, free and
easy habits of tho confirmed man about town:
but his position imposed on him a certain regard
for .appearances whicli was disregarded by
thoFleurys and Mornys. There was a taint in
the atmosphere of the Court which corrupted
all who wore brought within its influence, and
repelled both virtuo and honor. Wo are not
speaking now eo much of actual vico, but rather
of that good-humored, oaay toloranco of vico, and
disposition to smilo at it and mako light of it,
which is destructive to the moral sense. Very
scandalous persons came and wont at tho Im
perial Court, and loft a bad whiff in the air. This
is the society into tho midst of which tho great
correspondent introduces us. Tho Daily Tele
gram wont in strong for tho Emplro in those
days, though it has had its little kick at the
dead lion since, aud it was tho correspondent's
business to glorify it and sing its
firaisos. And his praises aro full of his
orlcal significance. What thoy come to is
Erotty much this—that tho Bonap&rtos know
ow to keep a good house, that thoy gave no
end of parties, with floods of champagne aud
fields of truffles, and did all thoy coala to make
their guests fool very much at homo. Every
body knows tho sort of house in private life
which corresponds to this, whore tho family an
tecedents are shady and will not bear looking
Into, and guests aro baited for by lavish feasts
and freedom from the restraints of rigid eti
quette with something more than a touch of
fastness in tho freedom. There can be no doubt
that tho Tuillorics in tho Emperor's time was a
very jolly sort of house to go to, and tho popu
larity of tho Empire with a certain section of
English society aud with traveling Americans bad
its root in this free and easy hospitality. Tho bur
lesque of tho “ Grand Duchess of Qorolstoln.”
which is said to have driven tho Quoon of Spam
from her throne, also supplied a bitter com
mentary on tho social aspects of tho Empire,
which, liko tho Grand Duchess, had all tho vul
gar looseness of a common grisotto, and every
now and then kicked out its fluo clothes with a
sudden fling.
Tho correspondent's letters begin at the end of
1801 and end in ;ho summer of 1870. All at onco
wo aro plunged into a whirl of dancing and late
suppers. ’ Wo aro at a ball at tho Foreign Office,
and tho Emperor and Empress aro pointed out
to us under their masks and dominos. Princess
Mottornich gives a masked ball in Lent, the
groat feature oft which is a party of penitents
from a convent, who glide in two and two in
spectral robes and hoods, and, by way of a prac
tical joko, as it is a fasting season, tho company
aro sent off without suppor, to seek refreshment
in adjoining taverns. The Emporor and Em
press aro hero too, but disguised so that nobody
knows thorn. Tho Union'and Jookoy
a ball at tho Trois Froros, at which all tho ladles
aro dressed as grisclles. M. Dupiu delivers his
groat speech against the unbridled extravagance
of women, hut it has little effect. Tho joko of
tho day is tho butler coming up to toll a lady
who has Just taken her seat in tho drawing
room, that her dross is shut in tho carriage door.
“ You can’t handicap Paris and Loudon," wo aro
told, “as to vice: London has boon pulling for
years to got well la, but Paris can still give two
stone of iniquity." Wo go to a party In tho lino
do la Viotoire— 1 “ no crinoline, long drosses out
very low, aud mado on what is 'called tho
tir oz lo cordon ot parloz au concierge model,
end the hair arranged in wonderful horns; add
palut and patches to tasto, and you havo a lady
of tho First Empire, as she reproduces herself in
the Second." The dancing is somewhat eccen
tric. “ 1 confess that a middle-aged gentleman
with spectacles turning hooia over head whilo
ho is doing cavalier sou), his partner tho whilo
sitting on tho floor and gesticulating,—nay, oven
tho vis-a-vis, when his turn comes, advancing
liko a oray-flsh,—are novelties in tho graceful
art of quadrille dancing. What then ? Wo must
change sometimes." Hero is a paragraph that
roads strangely by tho light of subsequent
events :
“ Mond.iT, Oct. 30.
11 To-day the Pmssians marched on St. Cloud
and effected a lodgment. Fortunately it was
only to play musio to tho Court. The Thirty
fourth Itogimeut of Uorr You Bismarck's Line la
come to delight tho musical ear of Paris, and it
played last night at the Cirque do I’lmporatrioe.
Why Prussia should favor Franco with * a fow
friends and a lltllo music’ I cannot imagine. o •
At tho fancy ball at the Tnliorios thoEmporol
does tho honors in a mautlo of white mqiro.
** apparently In tho highest possible Bplms,"
the Prince imperial appears as Maaanlollo, too
Empress in a gorgeous Louis XVI. costume ol
ruby velvet trimmed with fur, tho hair raised to
avast powdered tower, profusely decorated with
diamonds, and tho Marquis do Q' as the
Angel Gabriel with a flaming sword. Atone ol
tho Ministers' parties, the Empire, “ pure and
simple,” was represented by a lady whoso “ head
wan like a golden glory, no waist to sneak of.
and as for crinoline, not a hoop, not a hair, not
a spore petticoat; her clothes clang to her like—
what shall I say ? Well, like a tight fit.” A taste
ful article in Jewelry is next presented to our
notice—a necklace with twelve lookots hanging
from it of exquisite workmanship, emblazoned
with tho devices of the best and oldest families
m Iranco, and containing portraits of tho “ well-
Wishers or tho golden-haired daughter of dis
sipation." who wore itio ornament. Then we
have a flattering occountof the appearance of
Milo. Cora Pearl os Cupid at tho feouffes. At
a masked ball at tho Foreign Office—every other
night thoro sooms to bo a ball, masked or plain.
afc S no ,S f .. th ? Ministries, or the Hotel doVille
or the Tuilorios—Ciuear is detected coming oul
of a private supper-room, intriguing one of bis
fair subjects, and thou returning to tho room
laughing. At d:35 a. m. thoro ore still piles upon
plies of truffles, and waiters are coming in with
foosh asparagus, and this is tho 8d of March.
There is a bdl at tho hotel of tho War Minister,
whore you stop out of a hot and crowded ball
room into a cool and shady grot, with a cascade
falling over rooks into a valley of exotic plants*
and a few nights after, another ball at the
Miuistty of Marino, flowers growing everywhere,
and sailors with drawn ontlases standing at
attention in a lino from tho carriages to tho re
ception-room. In tho summer of 1607 tho King
of Prussia, with Moltko and Bismarck, pays his
memorable visit to Boris, and a party of military
students from St. Oyr, at a dinner parly, drink
to their mooting year ot Berlin. Somo of
the invitation cards of tho period aro character
istic, Madame do A. receives on such'a night,
aud on eauiera saint cercmonic, Modamo do B.
gives a bal intime , ladies going to which must be
dressed as nurses, and tho men as conscripts.
Tho correspondent Is obliged to admit that very
odd sort of people got admission to tho State
balls. At one bo hoard a countryman of his ex
claim, “ I say, this is d—d bad wine, not so good
as Pmard’v 1 which shocked him very much s
“ for really," ho says, “ tho Tuilorios is tho only
place where tho champagne is not as sweet os
sugar, and icod to death." At those grand festi
vals gallant warriors struggle at tho buffets for
hot punch and coffoo 100, champagne flows in
rivers, and a littlo pheasant cm bois, a fow truf
fles en sewiette, a Uttlo salad ala paradis. some
pineapple, a fow swoot cakes, and an ico aro
reckoned a light supper. It is mentioned inci
dentally that an Imperial salad was an artistic
compound of potatoes, asparagus, peas, beans,
and truffles, dressed with oil, vinegar, and salad.
It is pretty clear that tho Eraporor, who had In
tho first Instance won over the army with cham
pagne and sausages, baited for society in protty
much tho same way. Entertainments of this
kind wero constantly being given, and tho ohiol
duty of tho Army of Paris was to servo as dec
orations for halls aud suppor parties. Life in
tho Cent Gardes mast have beou rather exhaust
ing about this time; and what wont on in tho
capital was repeated in various degrees through
out tho country. Prefects and sub-prefects kept
open houses at the expense of the State; and the
Empire, in short, was a grand system of whole
sale treating. Tho gay and hospitable Prefect
of Bouon, who was pulled up by M. Thiers for
his defalcations, was only a typo of tho system.
This aspect of tho Empire is sympathetically de
picted by tho correspondent of the Telegraph.
At tho Tuilorios thoro Is open house for all
comers; halls, fonts, supper-parties follow oaoh
othor in rapid succession, aud there is always
something going on. Aristocracy and cocottene
ore oddly confounded ? fine Court lathes oops
tho drosses of tho demi-monde ,, and sorootimoi
import, as an excellent jest, tho slang and man
ners of tho original wearers. It must have boon
evident to many of tho revelers that this Bohe
mian paradise could hardly last; and tho closing
chapters of tho corrospondouco aro full of the
shadows of coming events, although tho writer
trios to explain them away as only passing
clouds. There is street-rioting in Pans, and
tho correspondent, like a good Bonapartist, from
tho snug window of his restaurant, longs for
“ono good voUoy, and ono good ohargo of cav
alry." Tho general discontent is shown'ln the
disposition to turn tho shooting of Victor Noil
against tho Emporor, who of course had nothing
wuatovor to do with it; in tho elevation of
Eochofort into tho hero of tho hour; and the po
litical emphasis given to passages in Victor
Hugo’s playof “Lucrozia Borgia." Reapectfor,
and confidence in, tho Emporor bad fallen so
low that in his own palaco bo was mobbed by
deputies, each anxious to put him up to his only
chance of safety. Looking back, wo can see now
how tho failure of the plebiscite and the Ollivior
Ministry to restore confidence drove tho Em
poror into tho gulf of a disastrous war. But the
correspondent breaks off before that period, and
wo tako leave of tho Emporor and Empress
“ supping beneath tho shadow of tho most gor
geous plateau over soon—a perfect village of
dead silver, representing Victory, Triumph, and
Success." All that has happened since imparts
a somewhat ghastly effect to this retrospect of
the junketings and merrymakings of a defunct
Empire, built has a historical meaning which
should not ho missed.
QUESTION.
Dear and blessed dead ones, can you look and listen
To the sighing and the moaning down bore below 7
Does It make a discord In the hymns of Heaven—
The discord that jangles in tho Ufa you used to
know?
When we pray our prayers to the great God above you,
Does the echo of our praying ever glance asido your
way?
Do you know the thing wo ask for, and wish that yon
could give It 7
You whoso hearts ached with wishing, in your own
little day ?
Aro your oars deaf with praises, you blessed dead ot
Heaven,
And your eyes blind with glory, that you cannot see
our pain 7
If you saw. if you board, you would weep among the
angels,
And (he praiaea and the glory would bo for you In
vain.
Yet Ho listens to our praying, the great God of pity,
As He fills with pain tho measure of our life’s little
day;
Could He bear to sit and shine there on His white
throne In Heaven,
But that Ho secs the end, whilo we only see the way?
— Louie* Chandler Moulton, in the Atlantic for July,
The lateit Snalco story*
On Saturday, June 28, Joseph Hulso, a wood
chopper, of Cornwall, N. Y., was bitten by ft
rftttlosn&ko. Whilo on Storm-King Mountain,
five miles up, he encountered ft serpent, aud
wanting ono for a friend who had rheumatism—
tho belief of many hereabouts being that snako
grease is a eure for it—ho ohasea the snako,
which took rofugo In a woodpile, and Hulso
seized him by the book of the nock, but so far
from the head that itcontrlvod to turn and plant
one of its fangs in tho index finger of his right
hand. Hulso hold fast to his snake, neverthe
less, stamped his head off, and then spent half
an hour in looking for whito-ash leaves, which
are believed to bo an antldoto for tho poison.
Ho found none to suit him, however, and started
for Cornwall. He was bitten at 7, and it
was XI o’clock when ho reached tho village, and
Dr. Boattio was summoned. At this time the
arm and finger wore very much swollen and very
gangrenous, tho action of tho heart almost
ceased, and tho man seemed liko ono In a state
of intoxication. Dr. Beattio hastily cut tho fin
ger open, and administered two quarts of whis
ky in twenty minutes : laudanum and quinine
wero also administered In largo quantities, and.
notwithstanding tho loss of throe and a half
pints of blood from tho finger, tho pulse in
creased, and Hulso became perfectly conscious.
Ho is. after eleven days, m • apparently good
health, with excellent appetite, but as black as
any African in Now York. Tho black is occa.-
sionally streaked with blue, purple, and green,
which appear* and disappear alternately.
A Woman In a Halloom
Air. John Shooror made on ascension from
Reading, Pa., in a balloon, acoomp&niod by bis
wife. The Reading Engle says t
“ Tho balloon shot straight to zenith until U
struck an upper ourrout of air, when it voorod
away beautifully to the east-by-aouth. At one
time tho balloon was over two miles high. Mrs.
Bnooror closed hor oyoa until they bad roachod
an altitude of SQO foot, whou she
looked out and viewed thfi boau
tlful panorama stretched out in beau
tiful magnificence below. Instead of becoming
frightened, oho was ontiroly tho rovoreo, ana
expressed herself as being highly delighted with
ballooning. Under tho direction of hor husband,
oho regulated tho ballast, and made herself quite
useful, lu fact, tho lady won so much pleased
with aerial navigation, that oho insisted upon
making an ascension alone. Tho landing wan
somewhat rough, though attended by no inju
ries. They came down iu a field, and wore
bumped uovoral times against the ground \ but aa
the balloon neared a (once, tho anchor was oast
out and tho air-ahip scoured."