LADIES' EXPRESS.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume III, Issue 219, 4 November 1874, Page 2

LADIES' EXPRESS.

[The Editor will be fflad to give insertion to ang local contributions from his lady friends that may be considered interesting in the family circle, or to the sex generally.]

Oh, call me not too light, and gny, Nor cheek may spirits’ flow ; I may be glad at heart to-day, But am not always so!

Dark winter's sky may glow awhile Beneath a sunbeam’s ray; And night may own the meteor’s smile, That soon must fade away.

And thus a sad and clouded heart Life’s few fair stars may cheer, But oh ! how quickly they depart, And leave it yet more drear.

Thus I am gay, when thou art nigh, For thou art all to me ; My soul is winter’s gloomy sky, That owns no sun but thee.

Then call me not too light and gay, eirecir-my.tpi.n.- jutr; ■ I may be glad at heart to-day, But am not always so!

What Men like in Women.— Men do not care for excess of brains in women. They like a sympathetic intellect, which can follow them and seize their thoughts as quickly as they are uttered, but they do not much care for any clear or special knowledge of facts; and even the most philosophic among them would rather not be set right in a classical quotation, an astronomical calculation, or the exact bearing of a political question by a lovely being in tarletane whom he was graciously unbending to instruct. Neither do they want anything very strong-minded. To most men, indeed, the feminine strongmindedness that can discuss immoral problems without blushing, and despise religious observances as useful only to weak souls, is a quality as unwomanly, as a well-developed biceps or a huge fist would be. It is sympathy, not antagonism —it is companionship, not rivalry, still less supremacy, that they like in women ; and some women with brains as well as learning—for the two are not the same thing—understand this, and keep their blue stockings well covered by their petticoats.