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Evening Star, Issue 4021, 15 January 1876, Page 2 (Supplement)

'I he Difference between the Cook and Her Lover. -The one cooks the meat and the other meets the cook.

ABOUT WOMEN".

Another Boston woman mounted the lecture platform last week. Her husband was presiding at a free-love lecture, and she mounted the platform and led him off by the ear. She was encored by the audience, but had the good sense not to respond. The ' Daily News ' states that at Hendon some silver plate, which had been distrained for Queen's taxes, was set up to auction. It was the property of a lady who annually allows her goods to be seized and sold, for tho purpose of making a practical protest against being taxed without being represented in Parliament.

Carpeaux, the French sculptor, whose death has recently been announced, fell in love with his wife at one of the Tuileries balls. She was then a Mile, de Montf ord. The next day he called on the Emperor early in the morning. "Sire," said he, "I want you to make me a baron?" "Why?" inquired Napoleon 111., much astonished. " Because I must marry that noble giri I danced with last night." The Emperor pointed out that the honor was not necessary, and in due time the noble Mile, de Montford became simply Mme. Carpeaux. But incapabilities of taste, position, and education, soon told their tale, and a separation was the final consequence. Many ladies of high social position in America earn their livelihood by acting as live lay figures for the art academies. A recent Avriter upon the subject, among other things, says : The lady proceeds to a room adjoining the class room, especially adapted for her. At a given signal she appears before the assembled guests upon a platform, masked and shrouded in drapery. She is then placed in the proper position required for. the study, and soon the deft handlers of the brush proceed to depict her form. She is never allowed to be spoken to by any of the members of the class, and should any of the bold ones break this rule they are immediately and for ever expelled. A pooor man who had his eldest daughter married a short time previously entered the shop of a hardware merchant in a small town in the county of Waterford. The assistant in the shop asked the man jocularly, if he had another daughter unmarried. The old man said, smilingly, he had, and would not care if he could get rid of her also. "All right," said the assistant, "give I her as much money as you can and I'll marry her." The old man frowned at the clerk, and told him not to be larking him. "It is no larking at all," he replied, and taking a slip of paper, he wrote on it a promise of marriage to the customer's daughter, which was to be fulfilled in three days. The' old man quietly took the paper and walked away. The three days passed, and on the fourth morning the young man received an attorney's letter, to the effect that he would forthwith be proceeded against for his breach of promise of marriage. The young fellow hurried to the attorney to make a settlement, and redeemed his honor by the payment of L2O, besides the legal expenses. A TAIUSIAX wifk's revenge. Arsene Houssaye, in one of his gossiping Paris letters to the New York 'Tribune,' tells the following story :—We have in Paris a great lady, a foreigner, who goes in society ■ with an unblushing front, and who, nevertheless, has committed that inhuman crime —a woman who has set her husband on tire. There is an extenuating circumstance. The ■Husband did not love his wife. Why did he many her, then ? In America a man sees a pretty girl, with no money, and marries her, saying that beauty is the same as specie ; and he is right. lii Europe he sees an ugly woman draped in bank notes, and marries her, saying there is no happiness without money ; and he is wrong. This is what Count d'H did : He took Mademoiselle Armande O because of the million she incumbered. But he had reckoned without his host. Mile. O was a character. She was not to be trilled with. She at once took high ground with her husband. '' Monsieur," she said to him in the full honeymoon, which in this case was lalunerousse, " I know you have a liaison which controls you, but I will let you know you are not control me. If you behave as a gentleman I will pardon you for the sums that connection has already cost you and me. But if 1 find you only married me for my million I will be revenged." The husband accepted all her revenges with philosophic calmness, and continued to waste her substance. When dignity has fled from a house its inmates are no longer man and woman they are merely criminals and maniacs. In this unhappy marriage they came—shall I say it ? —even to blows. Violence took the place of insult. The husband talked of separation of persons and goods. "Ah, yes," said the lady, "I understand. You wish a separation of persons, haying made away Avith the goods." "Yes," said the husband coldly. "That does not suit me," said the wife. "You have killed my heart, my reason, my honor, and now I shall have your life." Count d'H tried to laugh at her. "But, Madame, why should you wish my death when I ask nothing better, than to leave you?" "Because that is my only possible revenge." " Nonsense, my dear. Cowards and women revenge themselves, and you are neither. It must be that you want to marry again." "Whynot sir? I have been very little married with you." This charming conjugal conversation ended with the usual climax of endearment ala Saganarelle. The wife had the bitterer tongue, the husband the heaviest fist. The lady retired, beaten but not satisfied, and resolved to be rid of her husband. But how to go about it? She was not strong enough to use the poniard, and she revolted at the cowardice of poison. This is what took place : One evening she found him in bed reading a letter in a woman's handwriting. In a _ sudden rage she set his curtains on fire, and ran away, locking the

door on the outside. He screamed Fire ! but the servants were too far to hear him. It was horrible. He ran frantically about the I'oom. The chamber was upholstered in Louis XV. cretonne, which instantly took lire from the bed. M. d'H at last got to a window, and as he was about to throw himself out his wife took pity and opened the door, asking what was the matter, with a look of inno° cent surprise. The husband's life was saved, but his disfigurement was complete. POOR J-'KLLOW. The ' Dispatch ' speaks of a case of bigamy which has been tried in Dubbo. The following is the touching address of the poor vic-

Tim to seductive smiles :—" My lord, I had a lump of a tree fall on my head. Thank God I have never been in a court before. These bad women, you know, they knows I earns plenty of money, and they arc all after me. These women get in my way, and I spends my money. I spent L 5 in four days. That woman, my lord, I married in Mudgee, my lord. I was drunk at the time. It cost me LlB to put clothes on her before I married her. I married her for her seholardship, and she is a good scholard, and I ain't no scholard myself. I thought when I married her that she would read my Bible to me, and 1 kissed the ground she walked on for her seholardship. She kept well enough for a month, and then she got drunk, and threatened to give me a doze of strychnine. I told her she wouldn't do anything like it or she wouldn't have told me. But I was frightened of her, and told my people if I went off sudden like, to have me opened. She went away and went to the infirmary, and I heard she was dead. I then meets this other woman, and having been married for forty-six years 'to my first wife, I didn't know how to wash

a shirfc or cook a damper, so I marries her. I was her fourth husband, and she wasn't married in her right name. She bolted from me, and has gone Bathurst way. That woman (pointing to the first one he married) is a drunken bad woman. She was taken to the lock-up in a cart by the police for being drunk. I earns a lot of money, and these Avomen does as they likes with me; and I gets drunk, and it was only by chance that I did'nt marry three others since. My lord, I leaves it to you—l was drunk, my lord, and these bad characters does what they likes with me—yes, my lord, it's no use me saying no more. They're bad women, my lord." And John sat down. It may be interesting to know that the combined ages of the trio—the two wives and the prisoner—total something near 200 years!