ABERDEEN DESCRIBED IN AN AMERICAN NEWSPAPER.

Southland Times, Issue 1237, 15 April 1870, Page 3

ABERDEEN DESCRIBED IN AN AMERICAN NEWSPAPER.

A letter (written from Aberdeen on the 12th November,) in the Cincinnati Daily Gazette, contains the following sketch of Aberdeen and its inhabitants : — Aberdeenis genteel, antique, and unique. A town more inviting or more interesting there is not in Scotland, unless you except ! Edinburgh. . My wife says "it look as if it had just been washed and ironed." And so it does: — so tidy and pretty and neat in its Quaker attire of grey granite. Ifc is called the "Granite City," and looks more like a ".Quaker City" than Philadelphia ; for although the latter is eminent for nothing go much as silence, the former is charmingly ultilitarian, simple, and substantial. Here are miles of plain, grey granite houses. Then the ground undulates, and as it always rains in Scotland, except when it pours, the streets are washed as often here by the clouds as they are in Philadelphia by the brooms — which is a high compliment to the clouds, let me tell them. Union-street is the main street. It is a pleasant sight, especially Tyy night ; when the two rows of gas lamps are in full blaze. It is as straight as an arrow and as neat as a pin. < At the top of the day you can cross it without the aid of the police. It is only sprinkled with vehicles and foot, passengers. Its, shops are pretty, to say nothing -of its lassies, who have a ruddy and cheery complexion, and lips on which it is not safe ? for a married man to dwell, if he would not be led into temptation. But I will hang on this luscious subject (figuratively speaking of course) long enough to bear testimony to the physical attractions of the young women of this town. I say their complexions are° temptingly radiant with health and simplicity, combining softness of flesh with endurance of texture. And, for that matter, it is the same with the sex of sexes at every age here, as far as my observation has extended. The preciousest old ladies and middle-aged ladies i have I seen and shaken hands with here. The women of Scotland have juice and fibre, sprightliness, and strength, both vivacity and vigour combined. They are i not uniformly or majoratively handsome or pretty, in the face or in figure. In complexion — yes, in complexion, they are as pretty as a peach up here among the inspiring hills, but there allprettiness ends. The resb is beauty of soul, making an uncomely physiognomy beautifuL Q-ood looking women, grand looking women, glorious looking women, you will see here, and the sight will revive your hope of the race. The glory of Scotland at this moment is her women. They are intelligent, thoughtful, quick-brained. They have received, like the ruling sex, a firstrate elementary education from the parish school, and, but for the hateful incubus of popular prejudice, they would to-day furnish rivals to the most learned and eloquent men in Scotland. As it is, these women have simply gone as far as they are allowed to go, and have Btopped where and when they were told to stop. .