The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1836-10-05
MORE WORDS ABOUT WOMAN
BY THOMAS MILLER.

''''s'S'' HDOC nOM
:, BY THOMAS MILLER.
"a Never did night enter the lists nj ion
:, or tourney, to shiver n lance, or win nri,
y under the bright glance of his Indy low
80 with lighter heart, or n fuller fusi, of n,
4, uci'aied victory, than | again resume n,
pen, I" prove fair womn"'s superiority oy,
man.
"The child's the father of the man.
- sings Wordsworth, and The buddiny ,vru,
: ny of boyhood vnuches for the fact. Th
4 h"'r-l'Ired gIrl Is content with her liz tie de-.
. smo"'hine The pillow in lis tiny crndL, an,
fnncyIng n mothers care while the how /;
, a. held, robbing The poor bird of lis yo,,n.
I lie brings them home, aud, perhaps for
day, their chirping may arrest his attention
ne 'hen grows weary, and the E,ir-hnire,
e,ri becomes their s'ep-inolher and nurse
nhe takes them up stairs, has them placed
: ny her litile cot, and in the dark night she
arises to feed them. II one dies, she sheds
tears i"' lis I"ss-she puts il in her bnsom.
deening thai so mnocrnt n nest will tes-
tore u 10 life: nay, she digs it n grave. and
pl'nfs flowers over it, aud yrent is her g,;cr
when She finds that her brother has disiu-
TERED it for the eat.
The youth is at the door, waging war
among the pou try with his bow aud arrow.
.: ".'h his wooden sword enac,ing the p,r,
ot Napoleon ninoag his Ilayma'cs while
the little sister is watering her flowers, or
sitting mt her mothers iect, with fearful
eyes, listening to the tale of the Z. Babes il,
.he ""ld, or some such pathetic She
'S p"s'ed ~ laying down crums for the poor
robin to eat, while he, at a lille distance.
is preparing his brick trap to catch the un-
susprciIug warbler, When it rains. he
amuses himself by destroying the flies TIM,
hum IN the window pane while she watch !
es the silver drops, aud thinks Of the tears
t''len from angels eyes. So m childhood
are the seeds of tender emotion sown: the
woman Is IN possession Of the breast. the |
tender plants of pity, aud love, and hope,
and sorrow, and iear-.-howers that spring
up IN n future day, and make her still the
beloved Eden-lhe garden of which gods
have been enan,oured, when they lrfi their
starry mnnsi"ns like n dove, aud alighted. |
with snbslded rinioi,s, beside the lovely |
daughters of Eve.
We read not of the siar-eyed Seraphim
falling in love with the sous of men, and
leaving their amaranth,ne beds bv The
streams of heaven, and decsnding upon
earth to woo. Oh, no! it they had come
down, 1t would have been to have souphr
companions aud sisters among the early
daughters of the world, and not lovers amid
The men. Even those angels who came
decended IN pity; they left their golden
l'nrps unstrung, and their silver trnmpe,s
for man had turned brute. There
was nothing loyeable save woman, md none
were ionnd worthy To WOO her but the den-
zens ot heaven. Ambition, and the sword :
ma the cursed grape, had rendered them
monsters, and, If they came'to woo, it was
''iher reeking will, gore, or reeling under |
potatoes of The vine. Then the sous of I
lrn,cn forsook the golden ba,tlrinenis of .
ZION, aud dared Ia incur the anger of I
he omn'p"Ient tor woman. Pity may vet
gam Withdraw the clouday curIaining of .
ne sky, aud send down gentle companions, Il
e'hgs worthy of her love, which far out
ielDis the tine gnld of Ophlr. e
sweet, uncompIaining woman, she leaves e
er home and her friends, and becomes a b
iiei the scenes that are Imprinted upon
er memory are f;prsaken, aud she puts all u
er trust aud hope of future happiness
pom n man. She sheds few natural p
ars when crossing the ihreshhold, and
se a tender lily dropping upon her hns- u
'nd's bosom she is borne away. She o'
cks not then that he whose voice is soft
'd penetrating, sinking into the very al
'aviness of her heart, Will ere long leave
e for the noisy chase, the iavernr d,nnrr ro
I'd the midnight revel. What hours will u,
e SIT alone without n murnnur, Iookinu
We IA 'lae face of her first-born. But see
e face liehtens with joy, l'e has come. =
he enters not, there is confused roise sh
the passage, a mixture of many vnices, mi
" have borne hin, drunk to he'd. The d.