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2 ¥leekly Jommal of Information and Literature,
C. Z. PORD & CO.
OFFICE, No. 15 SPRUCE-STREET
NEW YORK, SEPTEMBER 1, .]860.
““@oop GOD! THOSE ARE EXACTLY HER WORDS TO ME.
A WOMAN.
BY GRAHAME ALLEN.
I have been reading this morning, over my
toast and eggs, the Ceewrs,’ of Monsieur le
Marquise de Reveillac-Brizy. In one chapter
of that ancient libertine and cynical scoffer, I
find this sentiment, evidently put in to curry
favor with his feminine readers, and to prevent
the public from becoming thoroughly disgusted
such with a mass of bitter misanthropy as the
book contains:
¢The only thing in which woman is inferior
to man, is in deception. The shrewdest woman
can be deceived by the most stupid man.
Truthful herself, woman believes man to be so.”
Thus says the dissolute Marquis. Is he right?
I hardly know, but I am inclined to think that
most women are pretty nearly equal to most
men in the little matter of making things seem
different from what they are.
De Balzac says that all women are liars by
nature, and that they lie. to perfection, intui-
tively; but no man ever told such a frightful
lie as that same statement. I deny and protest
against it in tolo.
In truth, I suspect that the reality lics some-
where between these two 'Mephistophelean
Frenchmen. Most women prefer to be honest
and above-board, but, like men, they will prac-
tice deception if they can justify themselves in
their own hearts. When a woman becomes
really depraved, she dissimulates well, for the
feminine face, manner, and expression, are less
positive than the masculine, and it is thus hard-
er to judge by them.
And now that I have been led into this sub-
ject, unwillingly, by my reflections, let me tell
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LET ME SEE THE HANDWRITING !
you a little incident of which I lately became
cognizant, and which bears, in a measure, on this
* * »* »*
Last winter, at the commencement of the
gay season, I made the acquaintance of Mrs.
Clayton, a widow, whose husband had been
considered one of the most wealthy and fash-
jonable of New York merchants. The first
thing that struck me, on being presented to
this Jady, was her extraordinary beauty, which
was so great as to merit a detailed description
here: .
She was a blonde—la blonde des blondes—sa
type I admire, perhaps, above all others. Of
about the medium height—the gracious five-
feet-three, of the Medician Venus—she seem-
ed perfectly formed ; too perfectly it may be,
for the finest standards of beauty do not pos-
sess complete mathematical symmetry, and
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