THE TWO.

Samoa Times and South Sea Gazette, Issue 11, 15 December 1877, Page 2

THE TWO.

It is indeed a funny and ridiculous sight to see a lavely Women stop at a street crossing, give her body a fearful twist, stoop low an 1 reach backward and downwar I nearly to her heels, and grab from five to forty pounds of dress trail, full of dirt and dust, shake it five or six times, like a b lzzard fixing his wings to fly, then hob ile across the street like a lame turkey to the other side, there to " let go," turn round four or five times, and start oil' like a stem-wheel boat in a storm. Such fantastic, fashionable freaks of folly as we see semetimes upon our streets are certainly very unbecoming in all that is modest, beautiful and lovely women. Think of it. The idea of a fashionably dressed blonde or brunette stopping dead-still upon the street, kicking out and up like a cow at an army of loose hornets, grabbing her clothes in her hand, and with body bent looking out with one eye from under a little hat perched upon one side of the nose, and making a public exhibition of her heels and hoso as she skips across the street like an ostrich on a run, an exact copy in style and dress of the woman who rides a spotted horse in a circus and jumps through a paper balloon for fifteen dollars a week and applau.se. Look at the modestly-dressed, sweet-faced, humble girl, walking homeward, having been on a mission for her mother, perhaps. No foolishness about her. She lives, dresses, acts and looks plain. She and' fashion are strangers. Loafers and blackguards don't stare at her, and make all kinds of vulgar remarks about her. No! she commands respect, by her dress and conduct upon the public streets. Seeher in spotless white, looking like an angel. Kneeling at her bedside with her face and eyes lifted heavenward, and in accents low and sweet, breathin" from her pure lip the language of her soul in humble prayer, " Our Father who art in Heaven. Angels put their ears to tho twinkling stars and listen to her prayers. I he one, a meek, humble Christian youn" woman, whose reflections are fixed upon things above the foibles and follies of a fashionable world—whose very sold pants for the light and love of a " home over there." The other, a thin visaged made up woman of a fashionable, world whose whole heart and soul is engulfed in the great whirlpool of mock happiness and folly ; who never looks in the JJible one-hundrcth part as much as she docs a looking-glass; whoso whoio idea of hfe ,» to "havo fun with tho boys" until she's forty, and then tako the chance of fooling some old coon into "buying her," if she can. The one breathes her prayer and lies down upon her downy bad to sleep and dream of Heaven mid angels. The other comes out of the parlor at a late hour, like a tired coach horse., rushes to the pantry grabs a pickle in one hand and a cold ham bono in the other. Then to her room. She swings her " harness " over the back of half a dozen chairs, scatters

th«-' other •' make-up " about the Soar *tnd forgets the duty she owes God und herself, and dives into bed like a wharfrat into the canal, rolls and tumbles all night as if the bed was full of hornets, and rises at eight, nine, or ten o'clock next morning as stitf and lifeless as a billy goat that has been run over by a freight train. Now, which of the two, think you, God and the angels smile upon the most, the beautiful woman or the fashionable young lady ! —" Conifer Journal."