Daily Richmond Whig

The following is a morceau in its kind. Vive la bagatelle: though our toes may be pinched:

FOR The Richmond Whig.

Meeting of the Ladies at the Capitol.

"Aristocracy alone could ever have imagined it (community) to mean a privileged class, and sophistry only would pretend to include in it, the Women."

Were I a Man

I would remove these tedious stumbling blocks,

And smooth my way upon their headless necks;

And being a Woman, I will not be slack

To play my part in fortune's pageant.--Mrs. V.

Most lovely, accomplished, and ill treated Ladies!

Best part of creation!--attend to what said is;

FOUR SPINSTERS have met and determined together.

To call on the Women, that is, if the weather

Be not too inclement, to meet in the Houses,

Where lately our Fathers, and Brothers, and Spouses,

Have dared to proclaim to a thunderstruck nation,

That Ladies have nothing to do in creation.-

'Tis known to mankind, how we hate all contention,

But garters! and stars! we must go to Convention;

We call on the maned—maids—widows and all.

From the Miss in her teens to the Miss with her doll,

To come in a body, and dressed in their finest,

And try in their beauty, who'll look the divinest;

You may all be assured that a thousand beholders

Will be there, of the men, both the non and freeholder,

To gaze on the charms which may thus be collected,

To ask at their hands, that our rights be protected.

Girls! put on your bonnets, the biggest you wear,

Oh lud! we shall cover the Capitol Square;

There'll hardly be room for such monstrous umbrellas,

But gracious! these bonnets so please the young fellows;

The matrons can wrap themselves up in pelisses,

The blood must be warmed as it gradually freezes.

Let every dear Tabby, inclining to purr,

Put on her Angoras and muffle in fur:

But we that are young, must be splendid and flashing,

Our shawls must be worn in a manner quite dashing,

Half off of the shoulder and carelessly winding,

As if they were trifles not worth our minding;

Ev'ry curl must be held in complete requisition,

Our object you see's t'improve our condition;

Ev'ry lip that is red--every cheek that is rosy

From the brightest of eyes, to the eye that is dozy,

Must be sure to be ready to work on the souls

Who wish to exclude our sex from their polls;

Bring together in short, ev'ry species of beauty,

"Virginia expects, you will all do your duty."

We call on you, Daughters of old mother Eve!

To rise in your charms, and your rights to retrieve--

Nature never on earth, could have made such a blunder

As this, that the Women be always kept under;

When ev'ry thing else in the world that is light

Gets up to the top, will you tell us 'tis right

That we tamely submit, in despite of her rules,

To be numbered with idiots, and classed with the fools?-

Shall you, who have handled the brats on your knees,

And in Primers, have taught 'em their A B C's,

Who, Philosophers hold, have an infinite weight

In moulding their minds, be excluded from State?

Forbid it! kind heaven! these impudent frights

Have diddled themselves, by their own Bill of Rights

"By nature all men are born equally free."

But men are not women'--oh fiddle de dee!

We say, and we deem it a great condescension,

We say, we will certainly go to Convention;

We'll send ninety-six of our prettiest girls,

And put all your noddles at once into whirls;

Your grave looking bodies--your Patriarchs

With ogles and sighs, we could make 'em all traitors

We wonder what monster would dare be so rude.

Such a bevy of beauties, from it to exclude?

We fear not the issue, we'll enter, and vote.

The Government change--Hurra! Petticoat!

Yes, that be the name' and in future all Writs

Shall run "In the name of the Petticoat." chits!

We'll punish you well for your want of respect,

How funny you'll look when your heads are all peck't'

Why should not the Women be suffered to vote

Is there any good reason, we beg you to show't-

Do you urge they are volatile, fickle, and frisky

Not half so much so, as the swillers of whiskey;

Are they ruled by their Fathers and Husbands with switches?

Nine tenths we can tell you, have put on the breeches;

Don't many pay taxes, and some of them fight?

A'nt you willing to do all that men do, Miss Wright

They have governed as well as the men have, we guess,

What Monarch was wiser than English Queen Bess?

Go read of their chivalrous actions, and mark

What Hero did better than Joan did, of Arc?

Look at Catherine the Great, and forbear, Sirs, to scoff

Poh! hush about Orloff! Potemkin! Zuboff!

We all have our follies, and none had 'em more

Than Henry the Fourth, whom you almost adore.

Cleopatra! Zenobia--Semiramis Great!

"Penelope's" mistress once governed the State--

Examine, we pray, the Republic of letters,

And say if you can that the men are our betters

What think you, ye poor and contemptible ninnies,

Of charming epistles like Madame Sevigne's

Of Genlis--of Dacier--of Madame de Stael?

They rush on the mind first as fast as the mail:

What think you of Hamilton, Edgeworth and Moore,

Of Opie and Hemans--I'd count up a score--

Is it fit--is it right that such exquisite tongues

Should be mute, while your Boobies are splitting their lungs

We've thrown out a few of these hasty remarks.

Just to call your attention to some of our sparks--

Should they obstinate prove, should they turn us all out

We are likely to have a most thundering rout;

We don't care a pin--we are used to a squeak,

Let's have an Assembly and issue decrees:

Let us only be firm, and we venture our lives

They'll soon come among us to look for some wives;

Yes, now is our time--we may do what we please.

We'll soon have the Rebels all down on their knees,

And then! oh, the thought is too vast for the brains

We'll make on the Treasury such terrible drains--

We'll sparkle in jewels--we'll have such a Ball!!

And what shall we have'--come, come to the Hall

FOUR SPINSTERS.