It would cause some fun if poor Miss Wade Should say of her boy Harry, I shall not give him any trade, But bring him up to marry; And would cause some fun, of course deah maids, If Miss Wades’es Harry, Should lose his end and aim in life, And find no chance to marry. CHORUS.--Press onward, do not feah, sistehs, &c.
Yes, wedlock is our only hope, All o’er this mighty nation; Men are brought up to other trades, But this is our vocation. Oh, not for sense or love, ask we; We ask not to be courted, Our watch-word is to married be, That we may be supported. CHORUS.--Press onward, do not feah, sistehs, &c.
Say not, you’re strong and love to work; Are healthier than your brotheh, Who for a blacksmith is designed; Such feelin’s you must smotheh; Your restless hands fold up, or gripe Your waist into a span, And spend your strength in looking out To hail the coming man. CHORUS.--Press onward, do not feah, sistehs, &c.
Oh, do not be discouraged, when You find your hopes brought down; And when you meet unwilling men, Heed not their gloomy frown, Yield not to wild dispaih; Press on and give no quartah, In battle all is faih; We’ll win for we had orteh. CHORUS.--Press onward, do not feah, sistehs, Press onward do not feah, Remembeh wimmen’s speah, sisters, Remembeh wimmen’s speah.
“Wall,” says I in a encouragin’ tone, “that haint much different from the piece she printid a week or two ago, that was about woman’s spear.”
“It is that spear that is a goin’ to destroy me,” says he mournfully,
“Don’t give up so, Simon Slimpsey, I hate to see you lookin’ so gloomy and depressted.”
“It is the awful detarmination these lines breathe forth that appauls me,” says he. “I have seen it in another. Betsey Bobbet reminds me dreadfully of another. And I don’t want to marry again Miss Allen, I don’t want to,” says he lookin’ me pitifully in the face, “I didn’t want to marry the first time, I wanted to be a bachelder, I think they have the easiest time of it, by half. Now there is a friend of mine, that never was married, he is jest my age, or that is, he is only half an hour younger, and that haint enough difference to make any account of, is it Miss Allen?” says he in a pensive, and enquirin’ tone.