Lincoln telegraph. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1836-1846, 1842-03-17
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The Leve of Woman.


There is something infinitely touching in the
love of woman. Unconscious Of detect IN the OBJ
lect of It's devotion, it knows no llmtto its dufa
ton or intensity, and becomes Identified WIN the
very existence of the fair being with whom II
has taken up its abode. Alike iorg"ttni OF sell
under all circumstance, tits not seduced by the
ostentatious displays of wealth and magnifcence
nor IS its fervor abated amidst the dishcartnng
scenes.of penury and degradation We'll may
woman say with the poet:
"The heart that once truly loves never iorgets,
But as truly loves on to the close
As the sun flower turns on lis God when he sets
The same LOOK that it turned when he rose
for her affection knows no change 1t aseends
the scaffold and traverscs the battle field uncon-
scous of disgrace or danger; no GOODNESS can
chill it's ardor, and no unworthiness can dmIn-
sh its force, whilst, regardless Of the smiles OF
prosperity of the dark coverings of adversely, it
identifies itself with the destines of its object in
the cold embraces of death itself. What con-
trast does it present when compared with the
calculating attachments of man, and how nobly
does it cast back upon him the slanderous impu-
tatiOnS oil HCklcncSS anu Stii4Sii'iS''' ~"
around US and see the heartless indifference that
too often characterize the lords of creation, even
to yards those who have sacrificed all that IS to be
priced here ard hearaller at the shril OF conf
dnr measurcless affection, and let us, II we can,
feel proud of the sex to which we belong: The
circumstances to which the following brief no.
tice refers furnishes an admirable Illustration OF
,l,,t l,oc oh 10 prlC sod
"God 5 last best gift TO man. in the long cata-
logue ofcases of which it forms a single ITEM
Let the men read and tell us frankly if they are
not ashamed to treat such beings with harshnrss
or unkIndness
WoMAN's LovE.-In one Of the New York
papers, under the editorial head, arc few ahec-
ing circumstances of Nc Donald Clark, now a
ravinr inmate ola Lunatic Asylum. Poor Clark
was a man whose ''deality' constituted almost
his sole claim to the poetic character. lie was
always partially dcranged and imagined himself
another Byron, shaved the hair of his forehead
TO increase its elevation, wore his collar turned
down and initiated in other respects the noble
bard's habits and appearance. To complete the
the resemblance he got married, choosing for
his wife Miss Brundge, an humble and INDECENT
actress In his Byronic mania, Clark treated
her so badly that she was obliged to leave him
ale was at that time says the Advertiser,
80 poor, thatat times he had not place to
to lay his head, or crust TO apptase his hunger =
He then slept wherever he could find cover
ing and he has told rs, tho teara gothernd in
his eyes, that his wife, living upon her slender
wages, would steathily supply him with such
food as she could, by taking from the table po-
tatoe and crust of Bread ana wrapping them
in her handkerchief, meet him at some appointed
corner in the evening, where nnpcrceiVed he
could cat from her hand the scanty fare she
could thus supply What beautiful picture
this Of woman pure, unselish, abiding love-
the holy passion, which wrong cannot weaken
which penury cannot chill, which time cannot
To