The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1836-08-31
From Bxlscer's Works.
(Collcctsd for the Boston Courier.)
SENTIMENTS CONCERNING LOVE.
WOMEN &c


, WOMEN, &c.
The ordinary love of girls is not so much
that Of actual and natural feeling, as it is a
forced predisposition.
A frivolous education, like that which is
now too much in vogue, makes woman
generous in great things, petty in small
vain, irritable, full of the littleness Of her
self and her complaints to plunge
into an abyss with her lover, but equally
ready to fret away all love with reproaches,
when the plunge has been made.
Long and continued attention., sympathy
and kindness to a lady will almost invaria-
bly, inspire her with love at last.
Let a woman once think you unconquer-
able, and unless she is unlike all other wo-
men, she will want to conquer you.
To be loved and tended by The one love,
I would walk blind and barefoot over the
whole earth.
Who can compare the FILTERED and divi-
ded affections formed in cities, with that
which crowds cannot distract by opposing
temptation, or dissipation affect with its
frivolities?
There is always this difference in the
love of women and of men-thnt in the
former, when once admired, it engrosses all
the sources of thought, and excludes every
object but itself, but in the latter, it is shar-
ed with all the former reflections and feel
ings which the past yet bequeaths to us, and
which can neither constitute the whole OF
our happiness, nor the whole of our wo.
All could the bloom of youth return
with its feelings! Time is never so cruel,
rs when, while stealing from us the power
to please, he leaves Us in full vigOr the un-
happy privilege to bo charmed.
Constantly engaged as we are looking
behind or before us, If there be one hour in
which we feel only the time being-in which
we feel sensibly that we live, and that those
moments of the present arc full of the en-
ioynent, the rapture Of existence,-lt is
when VIC are with the one person, whose life
and spirits have become the great part and
principle of our own.
Woman's lorc.-Whnt Is so unearthly,
70 beautiful, as the first birth of woman's
love? The air Of heaven is not purer IN
its wanderings,-its sunshine not more holy
in its warmth. ., why shonld 1t deterior-
ate in its nature, even while 1t increases IN
its degrees Why should the step which
prints, sulIy its snow
The declaration.-His eyes that encoun-
tered hers, so spell-bound and arrested them,
that for once they did not sink beneath his
gaze. His lips moved, but many and vehe-
mcnt emotions SO sufiocated his voice that
no sound escaped them. But all the heart
was in the eyes Of each. That moment
fixed their destinies. Henceforth there was
an era, from which they dated a new exis-
tence "a nucleus, around which their
thoughts their remembrances, and their pas
sion clung. The great gulf was passed
they stood on the same shore,-nnd felt,
though still apart and disunited, on that
shore were only themselves.
The erisis.-Oh, those burning moments
in love, when romance has just mellowed
into passion, and without losing any thing
IF its luxurious vagueness, mngles the en-
husiasm of its dreams with the ardent de-
,ires of reality and earth That in the
exact time when love has reached its high
est point,-when all feelings. all thoughts,
the whole soul and the whole mind are seiz
ed and ed,-when every difficulty in
he opposite scale seems lighter than dust,
when to renounce the object beloved is
lte most deadly and lasting sacritice,-and
when, in so many breasts, honor, conscience,
virtue have perished Mt once and suddenly
into ashes, before that mighty and irresisti-
bic fire.
The consummation.-The enchnntment
Of love, when accompanied with innocence
and joy, brings us rapture, TO which all
other things are tame. Oh! those were
IN oments stepped in the very elixir Of life, |
overflowing with the boarded fondness and
sy mpathies Of hearts too agitete6 for silence
when we journeyed alone and at night, and
rs the shadows and stiffness Of the waning
hours gathered round us, drew closer to
each other, and concentrated this breathing
world in the embracing sentiment of our
love 1t was then, that l laid my
burning temples OH her bosom, and felt,
while my hand clasped hers, that my vis-
ions were realised, and my wandering spirit
had sunk into its rest.
Shooting Soldier. From Campbell's
Letters from Algiers.] l made an appoint
ment with Lagondie to meet him IN the
square near the Kisbab, at half past one
aext day, and to go out with him to the
tragic spectacle, which was to take place
at two o'clock, half mile from town. All
that evening and the next morning l felt
like fish out of the water. When | awoke
il the middle Of the night, thought to my
self, what are now the sensations Of the de-
serterl aud again, after my mornings sleep
] put the same question. l rose early, ms
usual, took coffee, rode out, returned to