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It is a e•rattran practice with those who have mas..
lived the susceptibility of early feeling. or hove been
brought up in the gay heartlessnmo of dissipated
life, hi laugh at all love stories, mod to treat the
tales of romantic pewits as mere Oftimis of novelists
gal poets. My observations nth human nat•re h.ivo
ifttlueed me to think otleeroisr. They have cou-
viiated me, that however the surrascr of the charac-
ter may be chilled and frozen by the cores ~f the
world, or cultivates' into mere soviet by the arts isf
society, still there are dormant Ares lurking iu the
'lndite of the coldest bosom, which, when once en-
artied, become inspetnous and aresometimea dem-
tali*, in their ditelo. Indeed I am a true believer in
the blond deity. and go to the full extent of his
doctrines. Shall I enures* it ?—I believe is. broken
twirl•, and the possibility of dying of di.appeinted
lose I I do not, however, consider it a malady
often fatal to my own sex ; but I firmly believe that
is withers down many a lovely woman into au early
grove. •
3lisu is -the creature of interest and ambition.
Ili. mature leads hint forth into the straggle owl
ba.tir of the world. Love is but the embelliett-
merit of his early life, or a song piped in the bitter.
v.ils of the actg. He seeks fur fame, for fortune,
lii space in the world's thought. and dominion over
tr • fellow men. But a woman's whole life is a his.
.4y of the affections. Tlx heart is her world ; it
is there her ambition strives for empire ; it is
there her avarice seeks for hidden treasures. She
arlds forth her sympathies on adventure; she em-
barks her whole soul in the traffic of affeetiots ; and
if shipwreeked, her case is hopeless—for it is •
t,iinkroptcy of the heart.
To a man the disappointment of love may omit-
con some bitter pangs : it wounds some feelings of
tenderness—it blasts some prospects of felicity ;
but he is an active being—be can dissipate • his
the,tiglity in the whirl of varied occupation, or
rouge into the tide of pleasure; or, if the scene
at disappointment be too full of painfull associa•
twos. he can shift his abode at will, and bailor as
it were the *ltsieli of the morning. can fly to the at•
termion parts of the entth. and be at rest.
!Jot womais's is comparatively a 6sed. a who&
ed. and a meditative life. Site is more the comp'.
woo of her own thoughts and feeling*: and if they
err turned to ministers of sorrow, where shall she
torn for consolation ! Her lot is to be wooed and
; used if unhappy in her love. her heart is like
slice fortress that hes hero captured, and socked,
mud ititandoned, and left desolate.

. How twiny bright eyes grow dim—how many
pat chre k grow pale—how many lovely forms fade
slimy into the tomb, soul Hone can tell the anise
that Slighted their lowliness ! As the dove will
chop its *togs to its side, and cover and conceal
the arrow that is preying on its vitals, so it is the
maitre of woman to hide from the world the pangs
sa;* onotideri affection. The love of • delicate
female is always shy and siletit, Even when fur-
tu'riste, she scarcely breathes it to herself; but when
otherwise, she buries it in the recesses of her bosom,
sod there lets it rower and brood among the ruins
of her pence. With her the desire of the heart has
foiled. The great charm of existence is at on end.
She neglects all the cheerful exercises which glad-
deo the 'pirate. goieketa the pulses, sod send the
tide. of life in healthful currents through the veins.
Fier ibex is broken—the sweet refreshment of sleep
is poisoned by melancholy dreams—" dry sorrow
drisik• her blood." until her enfeebled frame sinks
under the slightest .external injury. Look for her,
otter is little while, rod you find ftiendship weeping
inn, her untimely grave. sod wondering that one,
swiss but lately glowed with all the radiance of beelike
end Want/. should so speedily be brought down to
darkness and the worm." You will be told of
snnie unary chill, some casual indisposition, that
laid her low ; but no one knows the mental malady
that previously sopped her strength, and made her
so ril' d prey to the spoiler.
She it I. ke some tender tree, the pride sod beauty
of the grove; graceful io its form. bright in its
foii..gr, hut with the worm preying at its heart.
We boil it suddenly withering, when it should be
most fresh and luxuriant. We see it drooping us
brooches to the earth, said shedding leaf by leaf;
until, wasted sod perished sway, it falls even in the
ruthless of the forest; sod a we muse over the
beautiful ruin, we strive in vain to recollect the
blest or thunderbolt that could have smitten it with
decay.

I have seen many instances of women reaming to
Waste aid self-neglect. and disappearing gradually
Wes the earth. alossat ea if they had 'beer estioled
t• beaten ; and have repeatedly fancied. that I
(mild trace their deaths thrwegh the various de-
r bitsians of consumption. cold. debility. langour.
snelas,clinly. until I reached the first symptom of
th.appassited love. But au instance of the kind
was lately told to me; the circumstances are well
Liman, in the country where they happened, and I
ells!I bii: give them in the wanner in which they
were related.
Every sine, must recollect the tragical story of
young li--, the Irish patriot—it was too touch-
ing to lie soon forgotten. During the troubles. in
I irlisufi lie war tried, coademosest, and executed no
i• charge of treason. His fate made a deep iturres.
eii,ii on public sympathy. He was so yuong—so
intelligent—no generous--so brave—so every thing
that we are apt to like iii a young man. His con-
duct under trial. too, was so lofty sod intrepid.
Tire noble indignation with which he repelled the
charge of treason against Isis country.the eloquaut
tindication of his name—said his pathetic appeal to
posterity. in the hopeless boor of cundemnat ion—all
these entered deeply into every generous bosom,
and eves his enemies lamented the stern policy that
I:ciased his emotion.
Iklldisee woo one heart whose angnieb it would
be impesmilre.to assails& lii henries days said
fairer fastaser. he had an. the *owe of s bias-
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