To Those Of My Own Sex Who Desire To Emigrate To Australia, I Say Do So
By All Means, If You Can Go Under Suitable Protection, Possess
Good Health, Are Not Fastidious Or "Fine-Lady-Like," Can Milk Cows,
Churn Butter, Cook A Good Damper, And Mix A Pudding.
The worst risk you
run is that of getting married, and finding yourself treated with
twenty times the respect and consideration you may meet with in
England.
Here (as far as number goes) women beat the "lords of
creation;" in Australia it is the reverse, and, there we may be pretty
sure of having our own way.
But to those ladies who cannot wait upon themselves, and whose fair
fingers are unused to the exertion of doing anything useful, my advice
is, for your own sakes remain at home. Rich or poor, it is all the
same; for those who can afford to give 40 pounds a-year to a female
servant will scarcely know whether to be pleased or not at the
acquisition, so idle and impertinent are they; scold them, and they will
tell you that "next week Tom, or Bill, or Harry will be back from the
diggings, and then they'll be married, and wear silk dresses, and be as
fine a lady as yourself;" and with some such words will coolly dismiss
themselves from your service, leaving their poor unfortunate mistress
uncertain whether to be glad of their departure or ready to cry because
there's nothing prepared for dinner, and she knows not what to set
about first.
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