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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.
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[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,
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