A TRUE VERDICT WELL RENDERED.
Let those who imagine that this world can afford any satisfying portion to a reasonable mind, read carefully the following statement from one who has tried some of its best phases, and therefore knows whereof she speaks. It is from the Chicago Times' Washington Letter, as copied in the Christian Statesman:— A lady whose husband held one of the highest places in the government stood in her magnificent home, attired for her weekly reception. “How gladly would I give up all the finery, show, and insincerity of this public place, and go back to the rooms I lived in when we were first married. I would throw my silks and diamonds away, and sit down to my supper of chip beef and tea at sunset, and afterward take a long, quiet walk with Will, and rest on the stump in the moonlight and tell my little plans for the future and what I had done every hour while he was gone, and know we were alone in the world, loving only each other. Those days seem like days in Heaven. I work harder now than a slave; often three hundred calls to return in a single week, receptions or parties every night; see the same people, hear the same talk, eat the same things, come home disgusted, wonder what I am living for, and where I will go when I die. ‘Bettie, I must have Hon. —— and Secretary —— here to-morrow; I must get their influence; you must talk music to the Secretary, and you must ask Hon. —— about the monolith; monolith is his hobby. Do your best, I need their help.’ So it is always. Help, influence, power—a smile in my face, interest in my manner, living a lie, feeding my soul on husks.”