The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1836-09-28
lvoI. 90

ing put creamy exchange OF l0ok1,
downcast heasiness, the laziness Of love-.
the slow deep current Of indoIcnt delir6t--
the luxury of kisses, that would fall ssleeo
upon the lips they were pressing. etf
Bitter indeed was the mood of the bard's
mind, when he said that FraiIty was tho
name Of Woman Alas man is the ig-
ms fdfaus that leads her astray; il is that
very confidence which her unslspecting ma
tnre puts faith in, iha, leads her into erros
the yielding plaster Of her heart, that is
so easily modelled, to be admired for a time
then dashed into atoms. Woman is the in-
nocent bird, man the charming serpent.
Fascinated and blinded, she leaps unsus.
pectingly into destruction. Though light
appear the ripples that dance upon the sur
face of her nature, yet the depths of her
heait are a mine of love, n deep river-bed,
which man but rarely fathoms; m under
current, rolling deeply and strongly over ths
settled sands, that wash not away.
oh, woman thou art too often sadly
wronged; we magnify thy faults, we look
upon tho nerIhern side Of the beautiful tree
we forget the nipriug winds that may
there have thinned its vcrdnre.-and turn
away without exoming the full bloom Of its
summer greenery, the pleasant foliage that.
through darkness and solitude, has budded
aud b, re, forth, and even hung out its COOL
ing shadow, WHEN there was no one to sit
under il. When shall we lay and lston
through the long night without murmur.
hearkcni"g for the well kaown foot step, and
feel the heart hound with delight when we
catch the sound, thankful that itlas come
nj last, aud, forgeiful of the Weary nn,ici-.
patton, cling to the lip with maddencd joy,
when, hut hour ago, perchancc. j, hud
been pressed by the--lah Man. thou art u
devil! "Frailty, thy name is man |" Tho
very rocks, and qnicksands, and unemployed
islands, md creeks, and bays, have n charm
for thee, and thou saiIest boldly amongst
them in quest of change, throwing thyseIf
IN the path of temptation, or, when it il
conceaied, steering onward in quest of it..
Not so with woman SHE is the light bark,
gliding steadily along the broad SEA of life
bearing up amidst adverse winds, aud even,
stretching her white sails ofhope, when the
helm is deserted, and the chart lost, making
for home without guide, and only falling
prey to the ruthles pirate after she has
orh'eo 'or iengues upon desolatc and un-
known sen.
Dear womnn will cling 10 thee ia
prosperity, for thou art pleasant compan-
ION; w'll fly to thee in poverty, for there
are riches IN The wealth ofthy kindness; in
SORROW lwil seek thee, for thy bosom is the
home Of pity; in sickness. for thou wilt at
tend me without u murmur. Thy presence
has oilen made light in the deep dungeon.
J would he thy slave, for the chains clank
not which those wear fIiut serve thee. I
would abide thine anger sooner tLen tile
smile of man /; for the sunshine Of thy
henrt when II relenfs, makes even the re-
membrancc ofdarkness sweet. Man is tho
brutal, the ambitious, the ,yrannous, when
IN power; woman, the gentle, the confid.
ing principle Of human life. From tho
cradle to tie grave we will trace her career,
nnd II we fail in proving her superiority,
submit to be hooted from her presence for
ever Thomas Miller, Basket Maker.