now. LR.. ON OREGON.
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My young maidens--i know you all
want to get married as soon as you
enter upon your teens; bpt it is better
to remain single and live upon the
soup Of solitude, than to be married
to misery, or welded to wo. have
but a poverty stricken opinion Of the
major portion Of my sex. They are
so corrupted by the miscalled refine
ments Of the age--so inflated with
pride. SO fooled by fashion, so afraid
ofthe soil on which they tread, so
given TO the cultivation of whiskers
and mulachios, while their morals
are in a wretched state for want of
wedding; and so overgrown with hair,
vanity and laziness, that scarcely one
out OF thirty is any more fit to be trus,
ted with a wife than a hog is with a
garland Of flowers. ! have some.
times thought women, rum and tobac.
CO, and democracy, would be the ru-
ination of the country; but when !
consider how all parties are agreed
upon the subject Of Oregon, feel that
we have nothing TO fear from these
imaginary evils. If the country is
ever ruined it will be through the ca.
pidity, and vaunting ambition of man.
If it is saved VIC mus: give all the
glory to woman. If we fight, it will
not only be for a strip Of territory but
for her. Guided by her counsels, in-
fluenced by her example, and spurted
onward by her love, we arc bound to
resist all foreign aggression and travel
straight ahead to honor, peace, pros
perity and happiness SO mote it be!


The Wte.-lt needs no guilt to
break a husbands heart. The alb.
sence of content, the muttefing of
spleen, the dress and careless home,
the forbidding scowl and deserted
hearth; these and other nameless neg
lects--without a crime among them
--have narrowed to the quick the
hearts core of many man, and plan
ted there, beyond the reach of cure,
the germ Of despair. Ormay woman,
before that sad sigh arrives, dwell on
the recollections of her youth; and
cherishing the idea of that toneful
time, awake and keep alive the pro-
mise she then so kindly gave. And
though she may be the injured, not
the injuring--the forgotten, not the
forgetful wife--a happy illusion to
that hour Of love--a kindly welcome
to comfortable home--a kiss of
peace TO pardon all the past--and the
hardest heart that ever locked itself
within the breast of selfish man will
soften to the charmer, and bid her
live, as she hoped--her years in
matchless 5liss--loving and content
ed--the soother Of a sorrowing -four
1.-The source of comfort and the spring
Of joy.-Boston Daily Sun.