Bloomington herald. [volume] (Bloomington, I. T. [Iowa]) 1840-1849, 1843-11-24

THE UNDYING LOVE OF WOMAN.
Mans love is Of mans life thing apart;
"'Tis womans whole existence"
FELICIA HEMANs.
FRIEND Harris IL am, for marvel
in serious mood, and loop myself.o You
button hole. Lend me your columns.
am watcher at the couch of sick. alas
| fear me, dying man; and although i
might be supposed that preacher like cog.
ita,ions would insrude on the pauses bet.
ween duty to the diseased; yet far differ
ent run the currents of my mood and
why ?-because am again witness
how of,en have such opportunities been
mine, and yours. and all the worlds !-oI
the tried truth, the patient sufferance, the
real fidelity, and never swerying love OIL
woman.
The LOVE OF Woman
might write chapters, yea, volumes,
on this one text; yet, whence the neces-
sity, and to what use? Who tina. has ,ru
ly loved his race, or labored 10 advance
the cause Of moral truth; who ofthe wise
and good and great, has shrunk from the
avowal when such is his duty, that in all
time since first the erring mother Of man
kind more than a,tcned for the first, ave,
and only sin. by the sublime endurance
Of her after trials, until the presen. time
when all that lends lustre to the human
name is woman's gentle sway over mans
rougher na.ure-who of these, add. let
his position be what SO 'er il may, but has
given homage and borne high testimony to
the unfaltering trust, and never daunted
vigilance Of woman.
The LOVE OF WOMAN!
Well, we'll Il matters mott to swell the
prologue; for every human soul that is
true 10 one generous or chivalrous dictate
must yield to the mother and the wife, the
prayer sustaining daughter and the prayer
full sister, true tribute when comes The
tempest tina, beats down the strong, or the
fell mower whose arm is strung when
wide before him is his harvest-Deaih.
1t matters not, say, to treat of these !;
for show me but a man who will not own
that such is woman's own peculiar field
how gracefully imposed, as gracefully dis
charged, and will find you one fit to en-
act the crimes classed by The great oard
of Britain, as
--"Treasons stratagen,s and spoils."
The clock is on the chime Of twelve,
yet still the wife chow memory nes,les to
the term like exile to the name of home J!
will not forbear the vigil of will not
say despair. All vainly do urge Mat
she will leave to me all further cares of
the dull pinioned night, and seek well
earned respite ill the dawning. She turns
to go, We. the faintest movement of the
consump.ive sufferer brings back her knee
ling form. and again ! hear her love brea-
,hed inquiry, as DER his fevered brow her
hand rests tenderly, or her own burning
lips are pressed, as though she hoped chow
love will dream-even when stern reason
laughs its dreams 10 scorn) that they
might win him back to health again, as
when in earlier years they reused the
bounding blood TO Joy exlravagant. Again
she smooths his pillow again the cup is
profered whose medicamen.s she fondly
thinks will mitigate his restless cravings !;
again her ear is bent to catch his death
drawn aspirations, and then
Enough. Cheated by the sufferers list
less le,hargy, she thinks he sleeps, and
disappears but not until her latest glance
meets mine own with such prayerful in
terest therein, that were verier cailifi
than ever walked the ramparls of a lea>
guered city, if allowed sleep to steal on
and take me for moment captive. She
takes my blessing with her, and my pray
err. so do all have it-be it worth much Oh
lit,le-who in the pain-strewn walks Of
human life, forget not that the purest at
tribute of life is, to smooth the pillow oil
the dying, and pluck from death the sting
| of drear abandonment. But am inter
rupted.
| Four weary, lead
EN- hours have passed; how drearily, al
those may understand who've passed then
by the sick couch. Thrice had the pale
demanding features Of the wife peeret
through the half opened door to note how
fares the invalid Il seems as If his yer,
RESERVATIONS can cheat her of the boon o
slumber, and that priceless gifl--the onl.
earthly Le,he of the wretched may not b.
hers while she is tossing on bed Of an
guish. What if there have jarring chord
and sounds dscordant broken the music Q
her married lot-what though he may
perchance, have dealt unkindly with til
heart whose maiden purity knew not
cloud along its surface when first he wrot
loves characters thereon? He may hav
proved at times unkind-and wasted wit
hand too prodigal the deep stored treas
ures of his children's mother, yet have nc