remember being present while a mother of my acquaintance was instilling into the mind of her little son the advantages of being born a man. A little girl consi was about to spend a week with him. It wag impressed upon him that if she showed a liking for any of his toys, he was at once to give them up to her. "But why, mamma?" he demanded, evidently surprised. "Because, my dear, you are a little ian." Should she break "them, he not to smack her head, or kick her——as his instinct might prompt him todo. He was just-to say: Uh, it is of no consequence, xtall," and to look as if he meant it, She was always to choose the game—to have the biggest apple. There was much more of a similar nature. It was all because he was alittle man, and she a little woman, At the end lie looked up, puzzled: "But don't she do any thi cos she's a little girl?" It was expl to him that she didn't. By right of being born alittle girl she was exempt from all duty.
Woman nowadays is not. taking any duty. She objects to housekeeping; she calls it domestic slavery, and feels she was intended for higher things, What hig! things she does not condescend to explain. One or two wives of my acquaintance have persuaded their husbands that these higher things "re all-important. The houie has
strivers after higher things, they live given up. In eumpany with other now in dismal barracks, differing but little from u glorified Bloomsbury lodginghouse. But they call them mansions or courts, and seem proud of the address, They are not bothered with servants—with housekeeping. The idea of the modern woman is that she is not to be bothered with anything. I remember the words with which one of these Indic announced her departure from the bothering home: "Oh, well, Pin tired of trouble," she confided to another Indy, ''so I've made up my mind uor "have any more of it." Artemus Ward tolls us of a man who had been in prison for twenty years. Suddenly a bright idea occurred to him; he opened the window, and got out." Here have we, poor, foolish mortals been imprisoned in this troublesome world for Lord knows how many millions of years. We have got so used to trouble, ive thought there was no help for: it. Woe have told ourselves that "Man is born to trouble as the sparks fly upwards." Wo imagined the only thing to be done was to bear it philosophically. Why did not this bright young creature come along before—show tus the way out. All we had to do was to give, up the bothering home and the bothering sorvante, and go into a mansion or a court. It seems that you leave trouble outside—in charge of the hall-porter, one supposes. He ties it up for you as the Commissionsiro of the Army and Navy Stores ties up your dog. If you want it again, you ask for it as you come out. Small wonder that the court and mansion are growing in popularity every day.
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