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on a charge found against him in the deceased's books, to the ainount of thirty pounds. The defendant was strongly iin- * pressed with an idea that he liad discharged the debt and taken a receipt; but as the transaction was of long standing, he knew not where to find the receipt. The suit went on in course, and the time approached when judgment would be obtained agair:st him. He then sat seriously down to eximine a large bundle of old papers, which he had untied and displayed on a table for that purpose. In the midst of his search, he was suddenly called away on business of importance; he forgot to lock the door of his room. The housemaid, who had been long looking out for such an opportunity, immediately entered with the usual implements, and with great alacrity fell to cleaning the room, and putting things to righls. The first object that struck her eye was the confused situation of the papers on the table; these were without delay bundled together like so many dirty knives and forks; but in the action a sinall piece of paper fell un noticed on the floor, which happened to be the very receipt in question : as it had no very respectable appearance, it was soon after swept out with the common dirt of the room, and carried in a rubbish pan into the yard. The tradesman had neglected to enter the credit in his book : the defendant could find nothing to ob:iate the charge, and so judgment went against him for the debt and costs. A fortnight after the whole was setuled, and the money paid, one of the children found the receipt among the rubbish in the yard.

There is also another custom peculiar to the city of Philadelphia, and nearly allied to the former. I mean that of washing the pavement before the doors every Saturday evening. I at first took this to be a regulation of the police; but, on further enquiry, find it is a religious rite, preparato. ry to the Sabbath; and is, I believe, the only religious rite in which the numerous sectaries this city perfectly agree. 'The ceremony begirs about sunset, and continues till about ten or eleven at night. It is very difficult for a stranger to walk the streets on those evenings: he runs a continual risk of having a bucket of dirty water thrown against his legs; but a Philadelphian born is so much accustomed to the dau ger, that he avoids it with surprising dexterity. It is fruin this eircuinstance that a Philadelphian may be kuown any


where by his gait. The streets of New York are paved with rough stones; these indeed are not washed, but the dirt is so thoroughly swept from before the doors, that the stones stand up sharp and prominent, to the great inconvenience of those who are not accustomed to so rough a path. But habit reconciles every thing. It is diverting enough to see a Philadelphian at New York; he walks the streets with as much most painful caution, as if his toes were covered with corns, or his feet lamed with the gout; while New Yorker, as little approving the plain masonry of Philadelphia, shuffles along the pavement like a parrot on a mahogany table.

It must be acknowledged that the ablutions I have mentioned are attended with no small inconvenience; but the women would not be induced, from any consideration, to resign their privilege. Notwithstanding this I can give you the strongest assurances that the women of America make the most faithful wives and the most attentive mothers in the world; and I am sure you will join me in opinion, that if a married man is made miserable only one week in a whole year, he will have no great cause to complain of the matrimonial bond.


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I HAVE lately seen a letter upon the subject of whitewashing, in which that necessary duty of a good housewife is treated with unmerited ridicule. I should probably have forgot the foolish thing by this time; but the season coming on which most women think suitable for cleansing their apartments from smoke and dirt of the winter, I find this saucy author dished up in every family, and his fllppant performance quoted wherever a wife attempts to exercise her reasonable prerogative, or execute the duties of her station. Women generally employ their time to better puit


pose than scribbling. The cares and comforts of a family rest principally upon their shoulders; hence it is that there are but few female authors; and the men, knowing how necessary our attentions are to their happiness, take every op portunity of viscouraging literary accomplishments in the fair sex. You hear it echoed from every quarter, 'My wife cannut make verses, it is true; but she inakes an excellent pudding; she can't correct the press, but she can correct her children, and scold her servants with admirable discretion; she can't unravel the intricacies of political econonry and federal government, but she can knit charming stockings.' And this they call praising a wife, and doing justice to her character, with much nonsense of the like kind.

I say, women generally employ their time to much better purpose than scribbling; otherwise this facetious writer had not gone so long unanswered. We have ladies who sometimes lay down the needle and take up the pen: I wonder none of them have attempted some reply. For my part, I do not pretend to be an author. I never appeared in print in my life, but I can no longer forbear saying something in answer to such impertinence, circulate how it may. Only, sir, consider our situation. Men are naturally inattentive to the decencies of life; but why should I be so complaisant? I say, they are naturally filthy creatures. If it were not that their connexion with the refined sex polished their manners, and had a happy influence on the general economy of life, these lords of the creation would wallow in filth, and populous cities would infect the atmosphere with their noxious vapors.

It is the attention and assiduity of the women that prevent men from degenerating into mere swine, How important then are the services we render; and yet for these very services we are made the subject of ridicule and fun. Base ingratitude! Nauseous creatures! Perhaps you may think I am in a passion. No, sir, I do assure you I never was more composed in my life; and yet it is enough to provoke a saint to see how unreasonably we are treated by the men. Why now, there's my husband a good enough sort of a man in the main--but I will give you a sample of him. He comes into the parlor the other day, where, to be sure, I was cutting up a piece of linen. ‘Lord ! says he, what a flutter here is! I can't bear to see the parlor look like a tailor's shop: besides I am going to make soine important philosophical experiments, and must have sufficient room.' You must know, my husband is one of your would-be philosophers. Well, I bundled up my linen as quick as I could, and began to dar a pair of ruffles, which took no room, and could give no offence. I thought, however, I would watch my lord and master's important business. In about a half an hour the tables were covered with all manner of trumpery; bottles of water, phials of drugs, paste-board, paper and cards, glue, paste and gum arabic; files, knives, scissors, needles, rosin, wax, silk, thread, rags, jags, tags, books, pamphlets, and papers. Lord bless me! I am almost out of breath, and yet I have not enumerated half the articles. Well, to work he

went, and although I did not understand the object of his maneuvres, yet I could sufficiently discover :hat he did not succeed in any one operation. I was glad of that, I confess, and with good reason, too: for, after he had fatigued himself with mischief, like a monkey in a china shop, and had called the servants to clear every thing away, I took a view of the scene my parlor exhibited. I shall not even attempt a minute description; suffice it to say, that he had overset his Ink-stand, and stained my best mahogany table with ink; he had spilt a quantity of vitriol, and burnt a large hole in my carpet: my marble hearth was all over spotted with melted rosin: besides this, he had broken three china cups, four wine-glasses, two tumblers, and one of my handsomest decanters. And, after all, as I said before, I perceived that he had not succeeded in any one operation. By-the-by, tell your friend, the white-wash scribbler, that this is one means by which our closets become furnished with halves of china bowls, cracked tumblers, broken wine-glasses, tops of teapots, and stoppers of departed decanters. I, I say, took a view of the dirt and devastation which my philosophic husband had occasioned; and there I sat, like Patience on a inoniment, smiling at grief; but it worked inwar:lly. I would almost as soon the melted rosin and vitriol had been in his throat, as on my dear marble hearth, and my beauti

It is not true that women have no power over their own feelings; for notwithstanding this prorocation I said nothing, or next to nothing: for I only observed, very pleasantly, what a lady of my acquaintance had told me, that the reason why philosophers are

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called literary men, is because they make a great litter : not a word more: however, the servant cleared away, and down sat the philosopher. A friend dropped in soon after_“Your servant, Sir: how do you do? O Lord! I am alınost fatigued to death; I have been all the morning making philosophical experiments.' I was now inore hardly put to it to smother a laugh than I had been just before to contain my raga; my precious went out soon after, and l, as you may suppos2, mustered all my forees: brushes, bucko ets, soap, sand, limeskins, and cocoanut shells, with all the powers of housewifery, were immediately employed. I was certainly the best philosopher of the two; for my experiments succeeded, and his did not. All was well again, except my poor carpet-my vitriolized carpet, which still continued a mournful memento of philosophic fury, or rather philosophie folly. The operation was scarce over, when in came iny experimental philosopher, and told me with all the indifference in the world, that he had invited six gentlemen to dine with him at three o'clock. It was then past

I coinplained of the short notice; "Puh! poh! said he, “you can get a leg of mutton, and a loin of veal, and a few potatoes, which will do well enough. Heavens: what a chaos must the head of a philosopher be! a leg of mutton, a loin of veal, and potatoes! I was at a loss whether I should laugh or be angry; but there was no time for determining: I had but an hour and a half to do a world of business in. My carpet, which had suffered in the cause of ex. perimental philosophy in the morning, was destined to be most shamefully dishonored in the afternoon by a deluge of nasty tobacco juice. Gentlemen smokers love segars better than carpets. Think, Sir, what a woman must endure under such circumstances; and then, after all, to be reproached with her cleanliness, and to have her white-washings, her scourings, and scrubbings, made the subject of ridiculeit is more than patience can put up with.

What I have now exhibited is but a small specimen of the injuries we sustain from the boasted superiority of men. But we will not be laughed out of our cleanliness. A woman would rather be called any thing than a slut, as a man would rather be thought a inave than a foul. I had a great deal more to say, but am called away; we are just preparing to whitewash, and of course I have a deal of business on my hands.

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