AN ESSAY ON WOMAN.

Patea Mail, Volume V, Issue 479, 26 November 1879, Page 3

AN ESSAY ON WOMAN.

Aftkr man came ‘woman. And she has been afterhim ever since. She is a person of noble extraction, being made of a man’s rib. I don’t know why Adam wanted to fool away his ribs in that way, but 1 suppose he was ndt accountable for all he’did. Woman ‘is : tho 'superior being in Massachusetts. There are about sixty thousand more Of her'sex than males in the State. This accounts for 'the : terrified, haunted-dowli expression of the single men who emigrate from the East. Wopjin was not-creatodiperfcdt. She; has her 'faults—such as false hair, and false complexion, ami so on. But she is a great deal better than her neighbors, ‘ and she knows it. i Eve was a woman.

She must have been a fuodel wife, for ‘ it cost Adam nothing to keep her in ; clothing. Still I don’t think they were a bit happy. She could irt go to Sewing r circles and air hdr ihforthation about everybody she knew, nor excite the envy of other ladies by wearing her new winter bonnet to church. Neither could she r hang over the back fence and gossip with her near neighbor. All these privileges Were denied her. Poor Kve ! She’s dead now. And the fashion she inaugurated is dead now. If it hadn’t been for the confounded “ snaik” perhaps the ladies of the present day would dress as economically as live did. Woman is endowed with a tremendous fund of knowledge, and a tongue to sun. She has the capacity lor learning everything she was divinely intended to know, and a few extra items besides. Young ladies take a great deal of stock in classics, and learn fast. When you see a young lady from Vasar with an absorbed look in her eye, •and her lips moving, you understand at once she is memorising Virgil. But perhaps a closer inspection will reveal the fact that she is only chewing gum. A woman may not be able to sharpen a lead pencil, or hold an umbrella, but she can pack more articles in a trunk than a man can in a four-horse waggon. Pile happiest period of a woman’s life is when she is making her wedding garments. The saddest is when her husband comes home late at night, and yells to lier from the front door to throw out a handful of keyholes of different sizes. There is some curiosity in feminine nature. For instances, I once knew a young lady who could easily pass another one on the street without looking around to see what she had on. Poor thing ! she was blind. —American Papers.