ABSTRACT
The class of readers may be surmised from the pseudonyms under which they write for advice “Mavourneen,” “Butterfly,” “Romany Lass,” “Gazelle,” “Dolores,” “Seraph” or “Wild Myrtle,” “Bluebell,” “Asphodel,” “Maidenhair,” “Daisy,” and suchlike flower names, with here and there a “Prince Charlie” or “Jack Evergreen,” posing, it may be presumed, as a male. There is a curious similarity in the methods of proceeding on the part of these arbiters of taste, as though they had all founded themselves upon the same model, and one of them pettishly implies as much on more than one occasion. There is more talk about saving than advice as to true economy. There is room enough for advice to those about to marry, and others, on the furnishing and fitting of their houses, but to be of any use it would need perhaps to be so little palatable as scarcely to suit the purposes of a ladies’ paper.
