‘"The Charming young Jessie."’
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Mrs. Jessie Benton Fremont has taken the field in defence of her husband.
Many think she is the better General of the two.
Thus far, at least, she has shown decidedly more energy than the real General; for, while he was suffering
McCulloch to beat and kill
Lyon, and
Price to capture
Lexington and recover all the money he had stolen, she was carrying the war into the very
White House at
Washington, calling Old Abe to account, bearding (if the expression be proper of a lady) the old lion of
Silver Spring, and his whelp of
St. Louis in their respective dens, and kicking up a great fuss generally all over the
Western country.
She has established her own fame, and settled the
status of
Fremont for all time to come.--Hereafter he will be known as
Jessie Benton's husband, just as a distinguished Philadelphian was known as the man who married
Fanny Kemble, and as Coldschmidt is still known as the husband of
Jenny Lind. No matter; he is no worse off than Prince Albert, and nobody doubts that he needs some sort of guardianship.
It was said by some sarcastic Bonapartist, with respect to the Bourbons, that the
Duchess of Angouleme was the only man of the family.
Any man who should predicate this of Jessie's position in the
House of
Fremont, would probably not be so far wrong as the uninitiated are prone to suppose.
At any rate, Jessie is a lady of spirit, and like
lady Gay Spanker will not suffer ‘"her
Dolly"’ to be imposed upon by anybody outside of the yard.
She is right.--Nobody but the lady has any right to bully her lord.
Curtain lectures are a species of privilege as sacred as the right of way, or the right of ingress, egress, and regress, to make secure and carry away the crop, spoken of by my Lord Coke, and are not to be usurped even by a President who has usurped everything else.
We applaud Jessie, and feel a disposition to throw up our hats and halloo, ‘"huzza for the females."’
