A Young Lady's Soliloquy, Harper's Weekly, August 29, 1863, 554

Useless, aimlessly drifting through life,

What was I born for? "For Somebody's wife,"

I am told by my mother. Well, that being true,

"Somebody" keeps himself strangely from view,

And if naught but marriage will settle my fate,

I believe I shall die in an unsettled state.

For, though I'm not ugly, -- pray, what woman is? --

You might easily find a more beautiful phiz;

And then, as for temper and manners, 'tis plain

He who seeks for perfection will seek here in vain.

Nay, in spite of these drawbacks, my heart is perverse,

And I should not feel grateful, "for better or worse,"

To take the first Booby that graciously came

And offered those treasures, his home and his name.

But why should I think of such chances at all?

My brothers are, all of them, younger than I,

Yet they thrive in the world, and why not let me try?

I know that in business I'm not an adept,

Because from such matters most strictly I'm kept.

But--this is the question that puzzles my mind--

Why am I not trained up to work of some kind?

Uselessly, aimlessly drifting through life,

Why should I wait to be "Somebody's wife?"