The Litchfield County post., 1826-09-05
II. Of herself, she win not love,
Nothing can make her,
The Devil take her!''

sensibilities, or the ardency of their attach
ments. That to them, in after life, the re-
membrance Of their first love will be "the
greenest spot on memory's waste" So think
they and reason they in the morning of life,
but you might as well suppose that the bright
clouds OF the rising sun, would attend his
chariot wheels through the day, and that the
same dew drops in all their unsulied purity
would glitter in his noon tide beam, that span
gled the lawn in the morning light. 1t is
true, that our successful attachments do ac-
company US with their effects in after life, hal
lowing every enjoyment and solacing every
misery; but not SO with our early disappoint-
rlents. TO use the words.of the Antiquary,
-"If it be our lot to reach the chill. cloudy,
and comfortless evening of life, we shall re
member the sorrows of our youth as the light
shadow clouds that intercepted for moment
the beams of the sun when it was rising"
Give me the man, however, who with care
less Indifference can brush off the disappoint-
nlents of love, like cobwebs, from his heart,
and who will say to his naughty mistress
"When first attempted your pity to move
All why was you deaf to my prayers;
Perhaps, it was right, to dissemble your love
But why did you kick me down stairs.'
One effect of love must not be passed over,
and that is its different operations upon the
different sexes. On the, mind of man it is
- much more violent, in woman more lasting.
Mans love is more material, woman's more
intellectual. In man, it is passion; in wo-
man, an emotion. With man it is but tran
sient flame, burning to be sure with strength,
but liable to be interrupted by the employ
rnents Of the world; with woman, it is her
all, |. her world, her sum- fed with continual
fire in the inmost recesses of her heart, ike
the everlasting fame at the shrine of the gods
among the ancients. With man, it is the re-
taxation: with woman the business of life.
Hence, if you destroy it in man, you rouse his
feelings for moment, but /" the carNRsCf this
werld and the deceitfuness" of selnplOyment
soon rub out the effect with him; his beloved
sinks
AS sinks the stranger in the crowded street
Of busy London: some short bustle's caus'd;
A few enquiries, and the crowd close in,
And alrs forgotten"
Destroy the source of love in woman how
ever and all her comfort is withered. She
has NO world to plunge in, love and domestic
happiness was her world, and not only the
streamsof her felicity are destroyed, but the
fountain itself is dried up. 49,.
But one more particular to be noticed; and
then this long and probably uninteresting sub
ject will be finished, and that is, the extension
of its effects to old age.
The author of the Velvet Cushion observes,
that to most people the progress of affec-
@tfion in youth, is alone beautiful, but that he
admires, not only how people grow up to-
gether, but how they lcear out together"
What more interesting contemplation can
that be than to trace the progress of true af-
lection at the close Of long and laborious
Ilfe-when youth and beauty the far famed
Incentives to love have EXPIRED then, then,
thy kingdom comes, immortal power" The
well tried affection of long life, the manners
and habits which by long use have run into
the same channel, the remembrance of an &C
tive life of usefulness, the recollections of sons
and daughters which have stood IS like olive
plants around their table," all conspire to con-
secrate their affection, to purify It from all
dross OF earth, and to raise it to- "a heavenly
character. E$
To SUCH, the evening Of life can bring no
discomfort, for they look forward to the bright
morning Of eternity, when cleansed from eve,
~ stain, and leaving their frail and crumbhng
tenement behind. they shall be clothed 10
probes, white and Clean" and together walk
band in hand down the long years of eternity.
Death to them cannot appear SO dreadful
as it once did; it cannot separate them. long,
and to them it appears that when one leans his
head on the cold pillow of the grave. the 9TH
er will soon follow, and the tree which waves
its branches over ONE shall scatter its leaves
over the other" "a 81 EF
khAve been particularly pleased, for this
reason with a simple little, Scotch song that
beaatifully describes the attachment and the
calm hopes of old age. II is addressed by an
old wonan to her husband after having spent
nearly half century together. She tells him
that though his head is frosted with age, she
loves him not the less than when his raven
leris clustered thick DER his forehead in
youth; that feeble as were his steps, and dim
his eye. and shrunk bis manly strength. she
loved him more than when youths elasticity
and manhood's frmness governed those steps,
and when yigour blazed from that eye.
The figure with which she closes is uncOm-
monty beautiful:
John anderson, my Joe, John
We clanb LIES hill thegither
And mony canny day. John, :
We've had wi ane anither. ?
Now we nnaun totter down, John,
Yet hand in hand Wen go,
Wen sleep thegither at the foot
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