Southern telegraph., 1837-07-18

is there her ambition strives for emsirs--il
IS there her avarice seeks for hiddsa laeas-
ares. She sends forth her sympaihioS on
adventure; and il shiPwreeked, her case IS
hopeless, for it is bankruptcy Of The heart.
To a man, the disappointment Of love
may occasion sDme bitter Pangs: il wounds
some feelings Of tonderness--it blasts some
prospects Of felicity: but be is an active
being--he may dissip1te his thoughts in
the wh RI of varied occupations, or may
plunge into the tide Of Pleasure--if the
scene Of bis disappointment be tho full Of
painful associaliOns, he can shift his abode.
B II wOman's is comparatively fixed. a se-
cluded, and and a meditated life. She is
more :he companion Of her own thoughts
and feelings; and ifthey are turned to minis
ters Of sorrow, where shall she look for con-
ISOLATION? Ifunhappy in her love, her heart
IS like some fortress that has boon caplur-
nd and saslrad arl ahar.4anoas and laa
dcsolate. With her, the desire Of the heart
has failed; the great charm Of existence is
at an end She neglects all the cheerful
exercises which gladden. the tide of life in
healthfil currents through the veins. Her
rest is broken--ihe sweet refrcshment Of
sleep is poisoned by melancholy dreams,
''until her eSfeebIed frame sinks under the
slightest external injury" Lpok for her,
after little while, and you find friendship
weeping over nnntimeiy grave, 81 wonder
iny that one who had but lately ghnwed with
MI the radiance oChealth and beauty, should
So speedily be brought down TO ''darkness
and the worm" You will be told Of some
wintry chill. some casual indispasition that
laid her low; bnt few know of the mental
malady that previously sappcd her strength,
and made hcr, so easy prey to tho despp-
Ter. How many bright eyes grow dim!-
how many soft checks grow pate!--how
many lovely forms fade into the tomb, VIC
Tins Of blasted hopes and wihered Joys!
Woman is like some tender tree, the
pride and beauty of the Groye--gracelul in
its form, bright in is foliage, but with the
worm proving at It's heart We find il
suddonIy whitening whore it should be most
l,Xuriant. We see it dropping it branches
to the earth, and shedding leaf after leaf,
until, wasted and perishod away, it falls,
even in the stiffness of the forest; and as
we muse over the beautiful ruin, we strive
in vain to rccollcct the blast or thunderb1l
that could have sinitton it with decay.
have seen many instances of women
thus disappearing gradually from the earth,
and have repeatedly fancied that could
trace thoir death through the various de-
cIcnsiuns Of consumption, cold, debility,
languor, and melancholy, until | reached
The first symptom of disappointed love.
The canker-worm of grief grows slowly,
but alas! too surely upon the heart of its
devoted victim. Its rayages arc unnuliced
by the, casual observer, but the keen and
discerning human mind--that most myste-
rlons cmanation from the creative powers
of the Almighty-discovers, in the half
checked sigh, the off startins tear, the hca-
w cloud of sorrow casting It's shadows upon
The brow, the occasional lapse into melan-
choly, and anon the forced and unnatural
bnrsis Of apparently high spirits, sure tokens
Of that mental consumption which bids de-
tiance to the ife-revivipg powers of med-
cine, TO the utmost care and skill of the
ahlcst physician Wo, then, be to that man
who TITLES with the human heart as if it
were thing Of light import who having
sought till he obtained the "answering look
Of love from woman's eye" that undenia-
bic proof Ofthe return Of affection, cast aside
as valueless the heart he then knows to be
his Own No word of reproach from the
Injured one m1y assai his ea,, and this alb
scnce of roprooffrom-without, may lull the
accusations Of his inw1rd monitor, but he
may rest assured that, in the eyes of God,
ho is regarded as murderer. Ills strict Ia
bles of Justice admit not of the palliations
that man will conjnrc up IN his own eyes
and this he will feel when reason, assert
ing her sway over his passions, convince
him ofthc cruelty and injustice of his con
duct. He Will then seek to hide bis very
head for shame. But his remorse is now
in vain E,r her whom death has already Sc
cured as his prize: no earthly power can
re-animato the heart now cold in the grave,
and The conviction that she, whom bis neg
Iect has placed where she is forever beyond
the reach Of rcparatiou, embitters reflection
to the last monent Of his existence.