Staunton Spectator

The Future Wives of England.-My pretty little dears-You are no more fit for matrimony than a pullet is to look after a family of fourteen chickens. The truth is, my dear girls, you want, generally speaking, more liberty and less fashionable restraint; more kitchen and less parlor; more leg and less sofa; more making pudding and less piano; more frankness and less mock modesty; more breakfast and less bustle. I like the buxom, bright-eyed, rosy-cheeked, full-breasted, bouncing lass, who can darn stockings, make her own frocks, mend trousers, command a regiment of pots and kettles, milk the cows, feed the pigs, chop wood, and shoot a wild duck as well as the Duchess of Marlborough or the Queen of Spain: and be a lady withal in the drawing room. But as for your pining, moping, screwed up, wasp-waisted, putty-faced, music-murdering, novel devouring, daughters of fashion and idleness, with your consumption-soled shoes, silk stockings and calico shifts, you won't do for the future wives and mothers of England.-Mrs. Ellis' Lectures addressed to young ladies.