Thy guests, the Wise hath told us, “are in depths of hell.”
NELLY NOWLAN’S EXPERIENCE.
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BY MRS. S. C. HALL.
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“I broke off in my last without an ending, which I could not help; I am not a bit more mistress of my own time than if I was a born lady, and oh, aunt dear, but I do pity them ladies—you’d never believe how hard they work—not with their heads or their hands, but in a way twice as bad. You think it hard enough to put on your things of a Sunday. Oh! if you knew the dressing and undressing, the shopping, the driving round and round and round in a place they call a park—where there’s no sign of a mountain or any thing to raise the spirits—the visiting! not having a bit of friendly talk with those they like, but wearing the life and liveries off their servants, posting from house to house, and just leaving little squares of pasteboard at the doors.”
“ ‘Has Lady Jane Vivian never inquired how I am?’ asked my poor mistress.
“ ‘Never, Ma’am,’ I said.
“Well, she had a puzzled look on her face, and there it ended for awhile.