My Wife and I; Or, Harry Henderson's HistoryStowe, Harriet Beecher
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My Wife and I; Or, Harry Henderson's History
Stowe, Harriet Beecher
American fiction -- 19th century; Courtship -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction; Romance fiction
But she sells herself before his eyes, for diamonds and laces, and
trinkets and perfumes; for the liberty of walking on soft carpets and
singing in gilded cages; and all the world laughs at his simplicity in
supposing that, a fair chance given, any woman would ever do otherwise.
Is not beauty woman's capital in trade, the price put into her hand to
get whatever she needs; and are not the most beautiful, as a matter of
course, destined prizes of the richest?
Miss Ellery's marriage was to me a great awakening, a coming out of a
life of pure ideas and sentiment into one of external realities.
Hitherto, I had lived only with people all whose measures and valuations
had been those relating to the character--the intellect and the heart.
Never in my father's house had I heard the gaining of money spoken of as
success in life, except as far as money was needed to advance education,
and education was a means for doing good. My father had his zeal, his
earnestness, his exultations, but they all related to things _to be
done_ in his life-work; the saving of souls, the conversion of sinners,
the gathering of churches, the repression of intemperance and
immorality, the advancement of education. My elder brothers had
successfully entered the ministry under his influence, and in counsels
with them where to settle, I had never heard the question of salary or
worldly support even discussed. The first, the only question I ever
heard considered, was _What work was needed to be done_, and what
fitness for the doing of it; taking for granted the record, that where
the Kingdom of God and its righteousness were first sought, all things
would be added.
Thus all my visions of future life had in them something of the innocent
verdancy of the golden age, when noble men strove for the favor of fair
women, by pureness, by knowledge, by heroism,--and the bravest won the
crown from the hand of the most beautiful.
And suddenly to my awakened eyes the whole rushing cavalcade of
fashionable life swept by, bearing my princess, amid waving feathers and
flashing jewels and dazzling robes and merry laughs and jests, leaving
me by the way-side dazed and covered with dust, to plod on alone.
Now first I felt the shame which comes over a young man, that he has not
known the world as old wordlings know it.
In the discussions among the boys, relating to this marriage, I first
learned the power of that temptation which comes upon every young man to
look on wealth as the first object in a life race.
Woman is by order of nature the conservator of the ideal. Formed of
finer clay, with nicer perceptions, and refined fiber, she is the
appointed priestess to guard the poetry of life from sacrilege; but if
she be bribed to betray the shrine, what hope for us? "If the salt have
lost its savor, wherewith shall it be salted?"
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