We hear a good deal of railing
against the general wisdom of getting married. There seems to be a sort
of popular contagion lately, making it fashionable to fling jeers and
jibes at the cares and sorrows of marriage. We find young men writing to
the newspapers that it costs them six dollars to board singly, and that
the same "style" of living and enjoyment could not be purchased at
A "BOARDING-HOUSE OF ONE'S OWN"
for less than twenty-two. And again the same sort of writer will assert
that he can quit one "boarding-house" when he pleases, whereas he must
eat the cold roast beef and cranberry sauce of the other until he
crosses the creek called Styx. Let me call this young man Mr. Bachelor,
and reply to him in about his own style:
A FEW THOUGHTS IN GENERAL:
1. A man named Payne wrote a seemingly-ordinary song entitled "Home,
Sweet Home." This piece, on account of certain sentiments conveyed, at
once received the seal of nearly universal approbation. It is safe to
say Mr. Bachelor and the class in which he may be placed were not among
those who accorded extraordinary attention to the little song.
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