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The banner of the South. (Augusta, Ga.) 1868-1870, October 24, 1868, Page 5, Image 5

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, T|(] turmoil of life, as well as the harass res of business, and the burden of !|, defending- on him, he also has the contest of human blessings, the love and ration of unman. What man so ![' r ‘y to possess one, whose heart does n ,nt warm at the thoughts of home ? As ‘ ~I K, writer beautifully expresses it, ;; M:in has many roosts, but he has but ' e And it is woman that makes nwie, and makes man, in content and ;.j'm:incss, an equal to any in the world. W ' r iV fellow “lords,” let us get that uutof our own eye, &c., and re mcl, her how far we, in our family circle, tre front that prim model of propriety we present to the outer world. Let us ;l p remember, fellow “lords,” that, if we do not have all of our weaknesses , in( j frailties shown up, and if the world iin.?:. not know what humbugs we are, it p. vm-e we complacently rest behind •hat shield with which woman conceals our tuits, and we remain with our weak ness hid from the world by woman’s love. r ('}ie women excel us in what should be a mans- virtue, that is, endurance. Timid, shrii king, delicate, and refined women, bear the hard sufferings of life with an ranee and heroism that ‘ should im nior rize them in the world’s regard. We, of the South, remember with pride the -acrifices made by our women ; and, whih* we knew they were equal to any vriey, the close of the war, and the tvni rdes then inflicted on us, proved to iis that they could rise superior to those inflictions. We all remember what a blessing and comfort they were then. We do i t doubt but what the blessing and com ort will he alwavs forthcoming when . . o evei the occasion may arise, so let us, “0! fellow lords,” look at all their faults with Mir eyes shut, and remember that die : iglier wo raise ourselves the higher we (.Ovate them; and, that the higher we clev; te them the bettor we become our seiv'-s. So that, breathing the pure at moqlvreof virtue, we may strengthen our ouls, and, while thanking God for iik; aany gifts, we may be ever sensible of His qreatest gift to us—Woman. A. THE WOMEN"THE SOUTH. The following beautiful compliment to the laughters of Mississippi, is equally applicableto all the fair daughters of the South. It is from a recent address delivered by Gen. Albert Pike, in DeSoto county, Miss. It is a gem of oratory, and a compliment as well deserved as it was happ iiy bestowed : “ Mothers, wives, sisters, daughters of the liicn of Mississippi, I cannot speak to you. No angel has touched my lips with the burning coals from the altar of the sacrifices. I leave to others the One phrases and the empty complimenis that you would not value. What you have done in the past, is sufficient guar antee of your heroism and devotion in the future. You have more than rivalled— you uave excelled—the women of Sara gossa and Verona, and the Hebrew (natrons and maidens who helped to de feiu the Holy City of Jerusalem against the legions of Vespasian. You will, also, do your duty in the days, dark or bright, that are to come. You will teach those who love you, fidelity to principle amid all temptations, to prefer honor to prosperity, and the dangerous truth to die safe and profitable falsehood ; con stancy, and courage, and the manly and hope.ul endurance that befits a man. - ,li nre the conquerors who take all men captive, and whose silken fetters, stronger than tempered steel, we are glad and proud to wear. Into our souls your e >' es shine like stars, and we bow down 1 :' oroliip, and in love find new strength 'o undertake great enterprises or endure 3 rc ' at calamities. 0! flowers brought to p 3 hy the Angels from the gardens of J-amlise, you bloom here to bless, to en co n' : g e and to console.* We are all your Wiil: ‘g slaves. Age gives no exemption !r uiu that service; for, in the sad and autumn of our days, we still covet ■m Jiving smile and the loving look that can >c ours no more. rnt i ■- sober autumn of our days ! For Jen, uear girls, the violets and roses; for b> r:e f l ycs reddened by the frost and TS 1,1 O 1 !’ pur you, the bright and V' u ‘‘uticipationa of the future, the Uft-a.usthat makes youth’s happiness; '• *p : o memories of the Past, of joys !“, '• ‘ rru * B intermingled, of the hope's, ■ J p' s ilnd b ‘ tt( -' r disappointments and ‘P losses, of the days that are no , ( | r country, also, our own dear South ;j" a ! at , Jon love so well, has its uiemo ; , ‘ the 1 » st - of » glad. bright Dawn ,‘ , J morning full of promise, that Jap medintoa dayfuli of gloom, and . 1 r, and disaster. Out of that dark .‘“oes of our dead look sadly, po pi-ymgly, and lovingly upon us. ‘U have not died iu vain. The land they died for shall yet reap the fruit of the great sacrifice. Our country, also, has its hopes, that are not delusive, for the Future. To it, the sober Autumn days have not come—nor, even those of life’s Summer. For it, the rosy days of Spring have not departed, though the immortelles, planted by Angels, bloom on many graves. Beneath the Curtains. BY BICHABD HXNBY STODDARD, Beneath the heavy curtains, My face against the pane, . I peer into the darkness. And scan the night in vain. The vine o’erruns the lattice, And lies along it* roof, So thick with leaves and clusters, It keeps the moon aloof. By yonder pear tree splintered. The feeble radiance falls, But fails to pierce the branches, Or touch the sombre walls. No moon, no starlight gleaming— The dark encircles me; , And, what is more annoying, My neighbor can not see. She stands beneath her curtains, Her face against the pane; Nor knows that I am watching For her to-night again. —« ♦ ♦ [For the Banner of the South.] A STRANGE PEOPLE. BY HERMINE. A great number of very strange per sons have lately taken up their residence among us—iudeed, they are still arriving, almost daily—and although perfect stran gers to us a short time ago, they have completely won for themselves a place within our hearts and homes. I call them strange people, because their manners and customs are very re markable, and because tlieir aptness in winning the friendship of those with whom they live, is worthy of notice They have, however, no ideas of in dustry, or economy, and, consequently, can be of no service to any one, either in his public business or his household affairs. They are also entirely ignorant of our language, and, although they speak their own with great vigor and fluency, they sometimes appear not only astonished but deeply grieved that we should not under stand their singular dialect. I have seen them at home and abroad ; and, certainly, I consider them a remark able set of people, sent among us, as it were, to exercise our forbearance, and to call forth the beautiful virtues of patience and charity. Having no knowledge of our rights un der the Constitution, they consider their neighbors’ property as their own, and do not hesitate to appropriate the same whenever they have an opportunity. Without the polish of social life, they are in company, often times misbehaved ; ig norant of our language, they have not the good taste to remain silent; and, without religion, they have no idea of right or wrong, truth or falsehood. Their dress, also, is very singular; for, whatever their height or size, 1 have in variably noticed that their clothing great ly exceeds their length, and is generally of one color. Their feet are bare, while, frequently their heads are covered ; and both sexes wear the same style of clothing. The larger part of these remarkable people, have regular features, but, like many savage tribes, they disfigure them selves by hideous grimaces ; and although, apparently, of cheerful dispositions, they spend most of their time in weeping, not withstanding all that their friends and neighbors can do to alleviate their sorrows. They are also indolent in disposition, and often sleep during the day; though, not unfrequenfly, they spend the greater part of the night awake, when they in variably call upon their friends to keep them company; and I have seen men of the most dignified manners—and even some of very selfish disposition—disturb themselves from tlieir slumbers to wait upon them, and even force their features to assume most comical expressions for the entertainment of these strange people. I have, also, known young women—whose feet were the lightest in the dance, whose voices were the merriest in every party, and whose smiles and attentions were generously given to the friends that sur rounded them—entirely changed by the arrival at their house of one of these as tonishing people. Then, forgetful of their duties to refined society, they have do voted themselves exclusively to the igno rant stranger, lavishing upon him all their sweetest smiles and caresses, aban doning all the charms of elegant lan guage, to listen to his barbarous dialect, and even evincing indifference to their dearest friends, in comparison to the un bounded attention they bestow upon their half-civilized guest. I have tried, almost in vain, to like this singular race. But, when I see their sel fishness, ungratefulness, and total want of manners, [ fear it will take a long time to acquire an extiavagant fancy for them; although I am assured that, in the course of a few years, they will change the name of their tribe and become not only per fectly conversant with our language, civilized in dress and manners, but will also make most excellent citizens in every respect. I have been unable to ascertain from what language the name of this strange people is derived; but, as I intended to mark their progress and improvement, I may, perhaps, be able to give a further description of them when they shall have advanced to a higher state of civilization. Having forgotten in the above sketch, to mention the appellation of the tribe spoken of, I may as well now state that they are commonly known by the barbaric name of—Babies 1 For tlao of the South. A DEFENCE OF THE POOR SO-CALLED “SPOILT' MEN.” Mr. Editor : An exceedingly well written article on Spoilt Men” has late ly appeared in your paper, and I think it very important it should not go entirely unnoticed, for that would bean acknow ledgment of its entire justice. The ac complished authoress treats the whole subject in . a light, playful style. She smiles, while she stabs! She reminds one of Nero playing the lyre while Home is burning. Sir, the charges brought to bear upon our devoted heads are of too serious a character to be treated in that “ volatile” manner. Should they be accepted as true, where would be our future peace ? And, before proceeding to repeat them, please say for me that I do not mean to attack the Women. Heaven forbid ! I love and admire them too much for that. I do not consider them as some do—a necessary evil; but, on the contrary, as an ornament to (he world. They are the bright silken ribbons on a bonnet, while we are the bonnet; they ornate us while we perform the stern duties of life ; and, 1 may add, they adorn our lives while we adore their beauties ! In the present instance, I simply propose to defend the innocent, and not to attack. Let that be well understood. Again: my modesty compels me to request you will not pub lish my name! I would prefer you should attribute this answer to some ‘ Correspondent from the coniines of Texas.” That might save trouble ; not that lam afraid of my wife ! oh ! no! tor she is, indeed, the “ Creme de la creme.” But, you know, Mr. Editor, by sad experience, women will get spoilt, and it is best to be on the safe side. The accomplished lady, who so merciless ly slays us, insidiously commences her attack upon men of “ small' intellectual powers”—affirming that men of “enlarged mental powers” are never spoilt. Cer tainly none would attempt to defend ‘ mean men they and women of the same cast should be put into bags to gether and pitched into the sea ! But, she proceeds to lay bare and open to ridicule all the trifling foibles common to all men, not excepting the greatest heroes. By her reasoning, men of great calibre should never condescend to the minutiae of the household; they should overlook all such trifles, and keep their eyes fixed only upon the great wheels of tiie Earth ! But what were life without these same little things ? What were the world without the little creatures which give it life? Napoleon the Great was angered when his daily chicken was not properly done, and he often tasted his soldiers’ soup to see that it was well prepared ! The Almighty himself gives as much care to the formation of the minutest particle of dust beneath our feet, as He does to the grandest of His creations, “ the Heavens above our heads !” Must the man of “enlarged mental powers,” after laboring all day at the laws of the country, or sending ship loads of produce to distant climes, be abused, if, on his return to refresh and renovate his strength for the morrow’s great struggle, he should mildly com plain that his soup is too watery, or his beet too salty? Must he be "belabored if he veutures to complain of getting, breakfast at ten, when his business re quires his presence at nine? I pity him, it he does venture to complain. Miss Elsey is no advocate for Woman's rights, but insists that all women should be mistresses in their own kitchen. Heaven knows, we poor fellows have no desire to usurp their rights there. But we do beg, most humbly beg, that all the dishes which come from that kitchen be not all the time made to suit the dyspeptic palate of that mistress’ mother or sister. If mother or sister love tea for breakfast, the haid-working man, of enlarged mental powers, must drink tea, or do without; and, if he ventures to remonstrate, be it ever so gently, he gets the benefit of a wife’s headache, (of course, when he is at home,) or of a volume of sighs, and the next day has very mild coffee, strong only in ground, for his breakfast, which he must swallow, or endure a scene ; and he will not hesitate between the two. I here is much truth in what the ac complished authoress says about things not being as good as when “ Mother” made them ; and the reason is obvious. Mothers, when they have but one son, try all they can to please him. Wives, bless them, do try also; but, when Hus band, who is getting a family rather too fast, has had the misfortune to hint very gently that expenses were beyond his means, she invariably commences econo my upon him. A quarter of a yard of long cloth is saved upon each of his next shirts ! Stuff is saved upon his flannel shirts ! (Nothing tries a man’s temper more than a tight fitting flannel when it requires changing), or, when he is going to bed, a piece a quarter of an inch long is cut from a whole candle, and it inva riably burns out before lie is half ready for bed ! Women of “enlarged intellec tual powers” believe in their own supe riority, and cannot brook comparison. This, no one will dispute. If husband’s mother could do this thing nicely, wife can’t bear it, and pronounces it not fit for the dogs! Sir, I knew a man of “ good intellectual powers” who tried, for thirty years, to get his wife to make him some sweet potato preserves, and an iced potato pone, which his mother used to make so nicely ! He tried it once himself when his wife was about, hoping to give her an agreeable surprise on her return, but he failed ; the icing would not harden, and the potatoes in the pre serves were rather raw! and, for his trouble and good intention, he got a rating for burning the pan, and although he hastened to get anew one, he has never heard the end of it, and to this day is taunted with “ potato preserves!” The mail bag seems to be a source of great annoyance to the accomplished writer, and to her friends ; and she com plains that we attempt to monopolize the papers. But, sir, as you know, a man of business has only a very short time after dinner to read the papers, and if he does not improve that time he never sees them again ! This, he knows by experience, lie reads only the most important things in the paper involving the welfare of the country, or the making of a fortune, and soon leaves it aside ; while the women part of the household have all the balance of the day to read. And, what do they read ? The marriage notices, funerals, murders, and steamboat disasters, and advertisements—all matters of no earth ly importance—put in the papers pur posely to please the ladies and secure their patronage. If the good man has failed in first securing the paper, when next he finds it, if he ever does, it is all mutilated. He mildly inquires by whom ? “Oh! dear; I have only cut out Miss W ilhelmina Tooloolah Jones’ two columns of poetry ! if you wish to read it, you will find it pasted in my scrap book!” Read it ? Indeed ! The whole of the telegraphic despatches he was so anxious to see, and the half of Father Ryan’s edi torial were on the other side, and are now safely pasted under Miss Wilhelmina’s divine poetry ! and, to console him for the loss, he is told, “ only to think, Gray advertises green alpacas at SI.OO, and Drake, ducks of bonnets at $25.00. So cheap !” Is there one in a hundred would dare to remonstrate ? I think not. For bearance is prudence ! As for the small matter of occasional ly forgetting to mail an unimportant letter to some almost forgotten school com panion, it is not all surprising; for, a man of vast intellectual powers, with eyes intent upon the great future of a conti nent, is excusable when he forgets to search every corner of his pocket for a note the size of a five cent bill, and scarcely more valuable. Indeed, he de serves credit for not forgetting oftener ; and is not the trifle more than counter balanced by his wife forgetting, for weeks, to sew a button on his shirt front, or on his pantaloons? I will acknowledge that the only son of a widow is sometimes spoilt, but it must be granted that the poor mother is usually the sufferer by it. If that only son marries, lie may, at first, try to vent a little of his spoilt ways on his wife, but she soon puts a stop to that! Not that she will attempt a scene—only wicked women would do that, and we have no thing to do with them—but she has a thousand small weapons, as sharp as needles, almost imperceptible, from which no man of “great intellectual powers” can defend himself, no more than the huge and solid rock can defend itself from the never ceasing wearing of the sweetest of running streams. She soon wears off all the sharp or rough edges. If, in mother’s time, he had a desk, and a pen, and inkstand, and stationery, and a Dictionary, and an arm-chair, ail held sacredly for his exclusive use, with Lis papers left just, where he can find them, his slippers, and hat, and gloves just at hand, how vain will be his hopes o continue thus after marriage ! First; n ice pen is borrowed, and never WI P G i, j ink-stand is carried off be cause i. adarae can't fiud hers, and, of course, sue forgets to return it; his Dic lonary has, very orderly, been put among other books in the library; the washerwomans account is written on the lank side of a carefully written news paper article on the prospects of the country ; all of his important papers are mixod up and huddled together in a drawer (placed in order as it "is called !) and the desk is locked to look tidy, and when he wants it the key is mislaid! As to his slippers and his gloves, Heaven knows in what corner they have been stuffed never twice in the same place, that is certain ! No , he can t Step into the kitchen, or even into the pantry, to give an opinion, or offer advice on the vitally important subject of Coffee, or beef stake ! It is a high crime to do so? It, is too trifling in a man of great intellectual powers; but a woman can turn topsey-turvey his desk, filled with immensely valuable papers; and he is called tyrannical if he ventures a gentle remonstrance. He is called spoilt, trifling, and all such names ! He should not mind such trifles as weak coffee, or sloppy soup, or heavy bread, and must only think of great things! Are not great things mads up of trifles ? Are not great rivers formed of small springs ? Are not heroes any thing but heroes to their valets de chambre ? If good coffee is essential to the life of a man of “ great intellectual powers,” he is right to complain when it is weak or thick. Napoleon was right to grumble when his chicken was burnt, be cause a well done chicken became essen tial to his digestion— consequently, to his life-—consequently, to all France! And, if his wife assumed the control of his kitchen, he was right to grumble at his wile! There, now! Please leave out my name, and oblige one of the much abused, so-called, Stoilt Men. Correspondence of the London Weekly Register. PERE HYACINTHE ON RELIGION IN THE UNITED STATES. The last number of the Gcrrespondant contains something of the highest impor tance to Catholic-minded Anglicans. It is a short and pithy discourse, addressed by Father Hyacinthe to an American lady lately converted to the Catholic reli gion, and whose recantation took place in the Chapel of the Dames de TAssomp tion, in Paris, on the 14th of July. The right of reproducing the article is re served by the Correspondent, so that a translation is not likely soon to appear. Under these circumstances, an analysis of the discourse will, probably, be well come. Iu it the Rev. Father considers the counsels of God on the past, present, and future of the convert. In the first part, he maintains that the lady, though born and bred in the midst of heresy, was not a heretic. This leads to an examina tion of what heresy is. He quotes St. Augustin as maintaining in several of bis works, that those are not heretics who, born outside the visible pale of the Catholic Church, have conserved in their hearts a sincere love of truth, and who are disposed to follow it in all its mani festations and in all its exigencies. “ What constitutes heresy/' he continues, “ is that spirit of pride, of revolt, and of schism, which broke out in Heaven when Satan, dividing the Angels of light, tried to reform the eternal theology and work of God in the world.” To show what an educated person, who is neither Catholic nor heretic, really is, he related the fol lowing anecdote of the Rev. Father Hecker, founder and Superior of the Congregation of St. Paul, American and Protestant born, but, at that time, of no religion. “ What were you before be coming a Catholic ?” asked Father Hya cinthe. “ I belonged to no Protestant communion ; I had been baptized in the Church of my parents, but I had never shared their faith.” “ You were then a rationalist ?” “ No; we were unac quainted in America with that mental malady of the Europeans.” I blushed, continues Father Hyacinthe, and begged him to explain himself. He then made me this magnificent answer : “I was a natural man, seeking truth with his mind and his heart.” In the second part, he has the following fine passage : “ What were the bloody contradictions which made your choice, free as it was, so diffi cult and painful ?” “ I will not speak of them. Family, friends, country ; I have seen these wounds too near to dare to touch them. 1 will only say that, till to day, 1 knew not what it costs even the most convinced mind, even the firmest will, to abandon the religion of one» mother and one’s country. Ah ! wly upon the noble soil of the United Stages, 5