IV THE AUTHOR'S APPEAL.
dresser will yield rivalship to none in this regard.
If domestic bitterness and joy, and all the heart-
emotions that exist, cannot be discovered by her,
she defies all the rest of the world to find them out.
My avocation calls me into the upper classes of
society almost exclusively; and there reign as many
elements of misery as the world can produce. No
one need go into alleys to hunt up wretchedness;
they can find it in perfection among the rich and
fashionable of every land and nation. Oh ! if tes-
selated hearths and satin tapestries could speak,
what tales of agony they might tell! If the marble
statues that adorn the riches of lordly mansions
could open their mouths, how would they outrival
all poetry and romance in the incidents they could
proclaim! and could the nuptial couch, with its
silken hangings, unfold its memories, could we bear
to listen to its disclosures ? But nowhere do hearts
betray themselves more unguardedly than in the
private boudoir, where the hair-dresser's mission
makes her a daily attendant. Why, then, should
not the hair-dresser write, as well as the physician
and clergyman ? She will tell her story in simpler
language; but it will be none the less truthful, none
the less strange.