THE SOUTH.
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Pandora's box is opened in the ideal har¬
mony of this modern Eden without an Adam
when a colored lady, a teacher in one of our
schools, applies for admission to its privileges
and opportunities.
The Kentucky secretary, a lady zealous in
good works and one who, I can't help imagin¬
ing, belongs to that estimable class who daily
thank the Lord that He made the earth
that they may have the job of superintending
its rotations, and who really would like to
help "elevate" the colored people (in her own
way of course and so long as they understand
their places) is filled with grief and horror
that any persons of Negro extraction should
aspire to learn type-writing or languages or to
enjoy any other advantages offered in the
sacred halls of Wimodaughsis. Indeed, she
had not calculated that there were any wives,
mothers, daughters, and sisters, except white
ones; and she is really convinced that Whimo-
daughsis would sound just as well, and then it
need mean just white mothers, daughters and
sisters. In fact, so far as there is anything in
a name, nothing would be lost by omitting
for the sake of euphony, from this unique
mosaic, the letters that represent wives. Whi-
wimodaughsis might be a little startling, and
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