99. If any young man imagine, that this great _sobriety of conduct_ in

young women must be accompanied with seriousness approaching to _gloom_,

he is, according to my experience and observation, very much deceived.

The _contrary_ is the fact; for I have found that as, amongst men, your

jovial companions are, except over the bottle, the dullest and most

insipid of souls; so amongst women, the gay, rattling, and laughing,

are, unless some party of pleasure, or something out of domestic life,

is going on, generally in the dumps and blue-devils. Some _stimulus_ is

always craved after by this description of women; some sight to be seen,

something to see or hear other than what is to be found _at home_,

which, as it affords no incitement, nothing '_to raise and keep up the

spirits_', is looked upon merely as a place _to be at_ for want of a

better; merely a place for eating and drinking, and the like; merely a

biding place, whence to sally in search of enjoyments. A greater curse

than a wife of this description, it would be somewhat difficult to find;

and, in your character of Lover, you are to provide against it. I hate a

dull, melancholy, moping thing: I could not have existed in the same

house with such a thing for a single month. The mopers are, too, all

giggle at other times: the gaiety is for others, and the moping for the

husband, to comfort him, happy man, when he is alone: plenty of smiles

and of badinage for others, and for him to participate with others; but

the moping is reserved exclusively for him. One hour she is capering

about, as if rehearsing a jig; and, the next, sighing to the motion of a

lazy needle, or weeping over a novel and this is called _sentiment_!

Music, indeed! Give me a mother singing to her clean and fat and rosy

baby, and making the house ring with her extravagant and hyperbolical

encomiums on it. That is the music which is '_the food of love_;' and

not the formal, pedantic noises, an affectation of skill in which is

now-a-days the ruin of half the young couples in the middle rank of

life. Let any man observe, as I so frequently have, with delight, the

excessive fondness of the labouring people for their children. Let him

observe with what pride they dress them out on a Sunday, with means

deducted from their own scanty meals. Let him observe the husband, who

has toiled all the week like a horse, nursing the baby, while the wife

is preparing the bit of dinner. Let him observe them both abstaining

from a sufficiency, lest the children should feel the pinchings of

hunger. Let him observe, in short, the whole of their demeanour, the

real mutual affection, evinced, not in words, but in unequivocal deeds.

Let him observe these things, and, having then cast a look at the lives

of the great and wealthy, he will say, with me, that, when a man is

choosing his partner for life, the dread of poverty ought to be cast to

the winds. A labourer's cottage, on a Sunday; the husband or wife having

a baby in arms, looking at two or three older ones playing between the

flower-borders going from the wicket to the door, is, according to my

taste, the most interesting object that eyes ever beheld; and, it is an

object to be beheld in no country upon earth but England. In France, a

labourer's cottage means _a shed_ with a _dung-heap_ before the door;

and it means much about the same in America, where it is wholly

inexcusable. In riding once, about five years ago, from Petworth to

Horsham, on a Sunday in the afternoon, I came to a solitary cottage

which stood at about twenty yards distance from the road. There was the

wife with the baby in her arms, the husband teaching another child to

walk, while _four_ more were at play before them. I stopped and looked

at them for some time, and then, turning my horse, rode up to the

wicket, getting into talk by asking the distance to Horsham. I found

that the man worked chiefly in the woods, and that he was doing pretty

well. The wife was then only _twenty-two_, and the man only

_twenty-five_. She was a pretty woman, even for _Sussex_, which, not

excepting Lancashire, contains the prettiest women in England. He was a

very fine and stout young man. 'Why,' said I, 'how many children do you

reckon to have at last?' 'I do not care how many,' said the man: 'God

never sends mouths without sending meat.' 'Did you ever hear,' said I,

'of one PARSON MALTHUS?' 'No, sir.' 'Why, if he were to hear of your

works, he would be outrageous; for he wants an act of parliament to

prevent poor people from marrying young, and from having such lots of

children.' 'Oh! the brute!' exclaimed the wife; while the husband

laughed, thinking that I was joking. I asked the man whether he had ever

had _relief from the parish_; and upon his answering in the negative, I

took out my purse, took from it enough to bait my horse at Horsham, and

to clear my turnpikes to WORTH, whither I was going in order to stay

awhile, and gave him all the rest. Now, is it not a shame, is it not a

sin of all sins, that people like these should, by acts of the

government, be reduced to such misery as to be induced to abandon their

homes and their country, to seek, in a foreign land, the means of

preventing themselves and their children from starving? And this has

been, and now is, actually the case with many such families in this same

county of Sussex!

100. An _ardent-minded_ young man (who, by-the-by, will, as I am afraid,

have been wearied by this rambling digression) may fear, that this great

_sobriety of conduct_ in a young woman, for which I have been so

strenuously contending, argues a want of that _warmth_, which he

naturally so much desires; and, if my observation and experience

warranted the entertaining of this fear, I should say, had I to live my

life over again, give me the _warmth_, and I will stand my chance as to

the rest. But, this observation and this experience tell me the

contrary; they tell me that _levity_ is, ninety-nine times out of a

hundred, the companion of _a want of ardent feeling_. Prostitutes never

_love_, and, for the far greater part, never did. Their passion, which

is more _mere animal_ than any thing else, is easily gratified; they,

like rakes, change not only without pain, but with pleasure; that is to

say, pleasure as great as they can enjoy. Women of _light minds_ have

seldom any _ardent_ passion; love is a mere name, unless confined to one

object; and young women, in whom levity of conduct is observable, will

not be thus restricted. I do not, however, recommend a young man to be

_too severe_ in judging, where the conduct does not go beyond _mere

levity_, and is not bordering on _loose_ conduct; for something depends

here upon constitution and animal spirits, and something also upon the

manners of the country. That levity, which, in a French girl, I should

not have thought a great deal of, would have frightened me away from an

English or an American girl. When I was in France, just after I was

married, there happened to be amongst our acquaintance a gay, sprightly

girl, of about seventeen. I was remonstrating with her, one day, on the

facility with which she seemed to shift her smiles from object to

object; and she, stretching one arm out in an upward direction, the

other in a downward direction, raising herself upon one foot, leaning

her body on one side, and thus throwing herself into _flying_ attitude,

answered my grave lecture by singing, in a very sweet voice

(significantly bowing her head and smiling at the same time), the

following lines from the _vaudeville_, in the play of Figaro:

Si l'amour a des _ailles_;

N'est ce pas pour _voltiger_?

That is, if love has _wings_, is it not _to flutter about_ with? The

wit, argument, and manner, all together, silenced me. She, after I left

France, married a very worthy man, has had a large family, and has been,

and is, a most excellent wife and mother. But that which does sometimes

well in France, does not do here at all. Our manners are more grave:

steadiness is the rule, and levity the exception. Love may _voltige_ in

France; but, in England, it cannot, with safety to the lover: and it is

a truth which, I believe, no man of attentive observation will deny,

that, as, in general, English wives are _more warm_ in their conjugal

attachments than those of France, so, with regard to individuals, that

those English women who are the _most light_ in their manners, and who

are the _least constant_ in their attachments, have the smallest portion

of that _warmth_, that indescribable passion which God has given to

human beings as the great counterbalance to all the sorrows and

sufferings of life.

101. INDUSTRY. By _industry_, I do not mean merely _laboriousness_,

merely labour or activity of body, for purposes of gain or of saving;

for there may be industry amongst those who have more money than they

know well what to do with: and there may be _lazy ladies_, as well as

lazy farmers' and tradesmen's wives. There is no state of life in which

_industry_ in the wife is not necessary to the happiness and prosperity

of the family, at the head of the household affairs of which she is

placed. If she be lazy, there will be lazy servants, and, which is a

great deal worse, children habitually lazy: every thing, however

necessary to be done, will be put off to the last moment: then it will

be done badly, and, in many cases, not at all: the dinner will be _too

late_; the journey or the visit will be tardy; inconveniencies of all

sorts will be continually arising: there will always be a heavy _arrear_

of things unperformed; and this, even amongst the most wealthy of all,

is a great curse; for, if they have no _business_ imposed upon them by

necessity, they _make business_ for themselves; life would be unbearable

without it: and therefore a lazy woman must always be a curse, be her

rank or station what it may.

102. But, _who is to tell_ whether a girl will make an industrious

woman? How is the purblind lover especially, to be able to ascertain

whether she, whose smiles and dimples and bewitching lips have half

bereft him of his senses; how is he to be able to judge, from any thing

that he can see, whether the beloved object will be industrious or lazy?

Why, it is very difficult: it is a matter that reason has very little to

do with; but there are, nevertheless, certain outward and visible signs,

from which a man, not wholly deprived of the use of his reason, may form

a pretty accurate judgment as to this matter. It was a story in

Philadelphia, some years ago, that a young man, who was courting one of

three sisters, happened to be on a visit to her, when all the three were

present, and when one said to the others, 'I _wonder_ where _our_ needle

is.' Upon which he withdrew, as soon as was consistent with the rules of

politeness, resolved never to think more of a girl who possessed a

needle only in partnership, and who, it appeared, was not too well

informed as to the place where even that share was deposited.

103. This was, to be sure, a very flagrant instance of a want of

industry; for, if the third part of the use of a needle satisfied her

when single, it was reasonable to anticipate that marriage would banish

that useful implement altogether. But such instances are seldom suffered

to come in contact with the eyes and ears of the lover, to disguise all

defects from whom is the great business, not only of the girl herself,

but of her whole family. There are, however, certain _outward signs_,

which, if attended to with care, will serve as pretty sure guides. And,

first, if you find the _tongue_ lazy, you may be nearly certain that the

hands and feet are the same. By laziness of the tongue I do not mean

_silence_; I do not mean an _absence of talk_, for that is, in most

cases, very good; but, I mean, a _slow_ and _soft utterance_; a sort of

_sighing out_ of the words instead of _speaking_ them; a sort of letting

the sounds fall out, as if the party were _sick at stomach_. The

pronunciation of an industrious person is generally _quick_, _distinct_,

and the voice, if not strong, _firm_ at the least. Not masculine; as

feminine as possible; not a _croak_ nor a _bawl_, but a quick, distinct,

and sound voice. Nothing is much more disgusting than what the sensible

country people call a _maw-mouthed_ woman. A maw-mouthed man is bad

enough: he is sure to be a lazy fellow: but, a woman of this

description, in addition to her laziness, soon becomes the most

disgusting of mates. In this whole world nothing is much more hateful

than a female's under jaw, lazily moving up and down, and letting out a

long string of half-articulate sounds. It is impossible for any man, who

has any spirit in him, to love such a woman for any length of time.

104. Look a little, also, at the labours of the _teeth_, for these

correspond with those of the other members of the body, and with the

operations of the mind. 'Quick at _meals_, quick at _work_,' is a saying

as old as the hills, in this, the most industrious nation upon earth;

and never was there a truer saying. But fashion comes in here, and

decides that you shall not be quick at meals; that you shall sit and be

carrying on the affair of eating for an hour, or more. Good God! what

have I not suffered on this account! However, though she must _sit_ as

long as the rest, and though she must join in the _performance_ (for it

is a real performance) unto the end of the last scene, she cannot make

her _teeth_ abandon their character. She may, and must, suffer the slice

to linger on the plate, and must make the supply slow, in order to fill

up the time; but when she _does_ bite, she cannot well disguise what

nature has taught her to do; and you may be assured, that if her jaws

move in slow time, and if she rather _squeeze_ than bite the food; if

she so deal with it as to leave you in doubt as to whether she mean

finally to admit or reject it; if she deal with it thus, set her down as

being, in her very nature, incorrigibly lazy. Never mind the pieces of

needle-work, the tambouring, the maps of the world made by her needle.

Get to see her at work upon a mutton chop, or a bit of bread and cheese;

and, if she deal quickly with these, you have a pretty good security for

that activity, that _stirring_ industry, without which a wife is a

burden instead of being a help. And, as to _love_, it cannot live for

more than a month or two (in the breast of a man of spirit) towards a

lazy woman.

105. Another mark of industry is, a _quick step_, and a somewhat _heavy

tread_, showing that the foot comes down with a _hearty good will_; and

if the body lean a little forward, and the eyes keep steadily in the

same direction, while the feet are going, so much the better, for these

discover _earnestness_ to arrive at the intended point. I do not like,

and I never liked, your _sauntering_, soft-stepping girls, who move as

if they were perfectly indifferent as to the result; and, as to the

_love_ part of the story, whoever expects ardent and lasting affection

from one of these sauntering girls, will, when too late, find his

mistake: the character runs the same all the way through; and no man

ever yet saw a sauntering girl, who did not, when married, make a

_mawkish_ wife, and a cold-hearted mother; cared very little for either

by husband or children; and, of course, having no store of those

blessings which are the natural resources to apply to in sickness and in

old age.

106. _Early-rising_ is another mark of industry; and though, in the

higher situations of life, it may be of no importance in a mere

pecuniary point of view, it is, even there, of importance in other

respects; for it is, I should imagine, pretty difficult to keep love

alive towards a woman who _never sees the dew_, never beholds the

_rising sun_, and who constantly comes directly from a reeking bed to

the breakfast table, and there chews about, without appetite, the

choicest morsels of human food. A man might, perhaps, endure this for a

month or two, without being disgusted; but that is ample allowance of

time. And, as to people in the middle rank of life, where a living and a

provision for children is to be sought by labour of some sort or other,

late rising in the wife is _certain ruin_; and, never was there yet an

early-rising wife, who had been a late-rising girl. If brought up to

late rising, she will like it; it will be her _habit_; she will, when

married, never want excuses for indulging in the habit; at first she

will be indulged without bounds; to make a _change_ afterwards will be

difficult; it will be deemed a _wrong_ done to her; she will ascribe it

to diminished affection; a quarrel must ensue, or, the husband must

submit to be ruined, or, at the very least, to see half the fruit of his

labour snored and lounged away. And, is this being _rigid_? Is it being

_harsh_; is it being _hard_ upon women? Is it the offspring of the

frigid severity of age? It is none of these: it arises from an ardent

desire to promote the happiness, and to add to the natural, legitimate,

and salutary influence, of the female sex. The tendency of this advice

is to promote the preservation of their health; to prolong the duration

of their beauty; to cause them to be beloved to the last day of their

lives; and to give them, during the whole of those lives, weight and

consequence, of which laziness would render them wholly unworthy.

107. FRUGALITY. This means the contrary of _extravagance_. It does not

mean _stinginess_; it does not mean a pinching of the belly, nor a

stripping of the back; but it means an abstaining from all _unnecessary_

expenditure, and all _unnecessary_ use, of goods of any and of every

sort; and a quality of great importance it is, whether the rank in life

be high or low. Some people are, indeed, so rich, they have such an

overabundance of money and goods, that how to get rid of them would, to

a looker-on, seem to be their only difficulty. But while the

inconvenience of even these immense masses is not too great to be

overcome by a really extravagant woman, who jumps with joy at a basket

of strawberries at a guinea an ounce, and who would not give a straw for

green peas later in the year than January; while such a dame would

lighten the bags of a loan-monger, or shorten the rent-roll of

half-a-dozen peerages amalgamated into one possession, she would, with

very little study and application of her talent, send a nobleman of

ordinary estate to the poor-house or the pension list, which last may be

justly regarded as the poor-book of the aristocracy. How many noblemen

and gentlemen, of fine estates, have been ruined and degraded by the

extravagance of their wives! More frequently by their _own_

extravagance, perhaps; but, in numerous instances, by that of those

whose duty it is to assist in upholding their stations by husbanding

their fortunes.

108. If this be the case amongst the opulent, who have estates to draw

upon, what must be the consequences of a want of frugality in the middle

and lower ranks of life? Here it must be fatal, and especially amongst

that description of persons whose wives have, in many cases, the

_receiving_ as well as the expending of money. In such a case, there

wants nothing but extravagance in the wife to make ruin as sure as the

arrival of old age. To obtain _security_ against this is very difficult;

yet, if the lover be not _quite blind_, he may easily discover a

propensity towards extravagance. The object of his addresses will, nine

times out of ten, not be the manager of a house; but she must have her

_dress_, and other little matters under her control. If she be _costly_

in these; if, in these, she step above her rank, or even to the top of

it; if she purchase all she is _able_ to purchase, and prefer the showy

to the useful, the gay and the fragile to the less sightly and more

durable, he may be sure that the disposition will cling to her through

life. If he perceive in her a taste for costly food, costly furniture,

costly amusements; if he find her love of gratification to be bounded

only by her want of means; if he find her full of admiration of the

trappings of the rich, and of desire to be able to imitate them, he may

be pretty sure that she will not spare his purse, when once she gets her

hand into it; and, therefore, if he can bid adieu to her charms, the

sooner he does it the better.

109. The outward and visible and vulgar signs of extravagance are

_rings_, _broaches_, _bracelets_, _buckles_, _necklaces_, _diamonds_

(real or mock), and, in short, all the _hard-ware_ which women put upon

their persons. These things may be proper enough in _palaces_, or in

scenes resembling palaces; but, when they make their appearance amongst

people in the middle rank of life, where, after all, they only serve to

show that poverty in the parties which they wish to disguise; when the

nasty, mean, tawdry things make their appearance in this rank of life,

they are the sure indications of a disposition that will _always be

straining at what it can never attain_. To marry a girl of this

disposition is really self-destruction. You never can have either

property or peace. Earn her a horse to ride, she will want a gig: earn

the gig, she will want a chariot: get her that, she will long for a

coach and four: and, from stage to stage, she will torment you to the

end of her or your days; for, still there will be somebody with a finer

equipage than you can give her; and, as long as this is the case, you

will never have rest. Reason would tell her, that she could never be at

the _top_; that she must stop at some point short of that; and that,

therefore, all expenses in the rivalship are so much thrown away. But,

_reason_ and broaches and bracelets do not go in company: the girl who

has not the sense to perceive that her person is disfigured, and not

beautified, by parcels of brass and tin (for they are generally little

better) and other hard-ware, stuck about her body; the girl that is so

foolish as not to perceive, that, when silks and cottons and cambrics,

in their neatest form, have done their best, nothing more is to be done;

the girl that cannot perceive this is too great a fool to be trusted

with the purse of any man.

110. CLEANLINESS. This is a capital ingredient; for there never yet was,

and there never will be, love of long duration, sincere and ardent love,

in any man, towards a '_filthy mate_.' I mean any man _in England_, or

in those parts of _America_ where the people have descended from the

English. I do not say, that there are not men enough, even in England,

to live _peaceably_ and even contentedly, with dirty, sluttish women;

for, there are some who seem to like the filth well enough. But what I

contend for is this: that there never can exist, for any length of time,

_ardent affection_ in any man towards a woman who is filthy either in

her person, or in her house affairs. Men may be careless as to their own

persons; they may, from the nature of their business, or from their want

of time to adhere to neatness in dress, be slovenly in their own dress

and habits; but, they do not relish this in their wives, who must still

have _charms_; and charms and filth do not go together.

111. It is not _dress_ that the husband wants to be perpetual: it is not

_finery_; but _cleanliness_ in every thing. The French women dress

enough, especially when they _sally forth_. My excellent neighbour, Mr.

JOHN TREDWELL, of Long Island, used to say, that the French were 'pigs

in the parlour, and peacocks on the promenade;' an alliteration which

'CANNING'S SELF' might have envied! This _occasional_ cleanliness is not

the thing that an English or an American husband wants: he wants it

always; indoors as well as out; by night as well as by day; on the floor

as well as on the table; and, however he may grumble about the '_fuss_'

and the '_expense_' of it, he would grumble more if he had it not. I

once saw a picture representing the _amusements_ of Portuguese Lovers;

that is to say, three or four young men, dressed in gold or silver laced

clothes, each having a young girl, dressed like a princess, and

affectionately engaged in hunting down and _killing the vermin in his

head_! This was, perhaps, an _exaggeration_; but that it should have had

the shadow of foundation, was enough to fill me with contempt for the

whole nation.

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