WOMAN'S WALTZING WAYS.

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume IX, Issue 281, 27 November 1874, Page 4

WOMAN'S WALTZING WAYS.

APat-in-Bay correspondent of the Cincinnati Times furnishes the following lively description of the style in i which girls from different States and j localities waltz, as shown by the hops ] at that pleasant resort: — " People may i say that a waltz is a waltz, bat it is a ■ mistake, as mach as to say that a dog is ' s dog, for there are dogs and dogs, and ] there are waltzes and waltzes. With one person it is the poetry of motion] ; with another it is about as awkward a i performance as patting yourself upon a ; level and going through the motion of i running up-staira would be. A Kentacky girl is a natural waltzer, and she ' does it with a charming chic and , abandon. An' Ohio girl's waltz is easy, graceful, and ' melodious.' If she bappens to come from Cincinnati, and across the Shine, she swings dreamily round and round in the endless ' Dutch waltz.' If she comes from Chicago, she throws her hair back, jumps op and cracks her heels together, and carries off hsr astonished partner as though a simoom had struck him, and knocks over all intervening obstacles in her mad career around the room. If she is ♦from lndiana, she. dfeeps closely and timidly np tober partner, as though she would like to get into his vest pock-t, and melts away with ecstacy as the witching strains of the * Blue Danube ' uweep through the hall. If she is from Missouri, she crooks her body in the middle like* a door-hinge, takes her partner by the shonlders, and makes him miserable in trying to hop around ber without treading on her No. 9 shoes. If she comes from Michigan, she astonishes her partner by now and then working in a touch oi the double shuffle or a bit of pigeon wing, with the waltz step; and it she comes from Arkansas, sbe throws both arms round bis neck, rolls up her eyes sb she floats away, and is heard to murmur, Ob, hug me, John!"

A very big prwpml, with s very big demand, if be accepted and the frork sMJHMgB .completed, has beep m *^flHHHpnßl&od Government IS^HHBr™ 1 " 51 ' aDd< * Co -» of 8 tbe offer t0 con ~ Bt *M^HgKrto the Golf of Carpenti^^^^HPrab, a train from each witn P^ anfc sufficient for |^HSB"T at an average speed of 13 j^HH^ith an average rate of carriage per ton per mile, and for BBHpaengere one penny to threepence. H&hey propose that the local mails shall Wbe free, and to carry the trans-Con finental mails subject to arrangements. The quid pro quo is not altogether so modest uit might be; and noises the conditions are somewhat modified, the Queensland Government will, we are, inclined to think, hesitate before acceding to them. The Messrs Collier aefc for a Government grant of tbe fee simple of ten thousand acres of land for each mile of railway constructed, including rolling-stock and survey, 3oetiog £5000 per mile, and pro rata for any expenditure on the portion from Dalby to the head of 'ihomson River; for tbe portion thence to the Gulf tbey require the fee simple of tnenty thou - sand acres for every mile, the contractors selecting the land in alternate strips. Fifty miles, commencing at Dalby, to be opened within two years, and a hundred and fifty miles every subsequent year. — Herald. Thank God some of osbad an oldfashioned mother. Not a woman oPtbe period enamelled and painted, with her great chignon, her cofls and bustles, whose white jewelled hand lever felt, the clasp of baby fingers; but a dear, old-fashioned, sweet-voiced mother, with eyes in whose clear depths tbe love-light shone, and brown hair just threaded with silver, lying smooth - upon her faded cheek. Those dear, hands, worn with toil, gently guided our tottering steps in childhood and smoothed our pillow in sickness. Blessed is the memory of an oldfashioned mother. It floats to us now like tbe beautiful perfume from woodland blossoms. The music of other Voices may be lost, but the entrancing memory of her echoes to our soul forever. Other faces may fade away and be forgotten, but hers will shioe on until the light from heaven's portals will glorify our own. When tbe fitful pauses of busy feet wander back to tbe old homestead, and crossing (he wellworn threshold, stand once more in tbe low, quaint room, so hallowed by her presence, how tbe feeling ofchildiah innocence and dependence come over us, and we kneel down in the molten sunshine streaming in at the western window, just where long years ago we knelt by our mother's knee, lisping " Our Father." How many times, when tbe r lures us bo, has the memory of acred hours, that mother's words, ith and her prayers, saved us plunging into tbe deep abyss of Years have filled great drifts n her and us, but they have not from oar sight tbe glory of her inselfish love.— American narmr.