Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1845-12-24
M A r RIAG E.
BY DOW JR.

DOW JR
Ny friends-I must allow that marriage some
times makes people miserable; but this is argu-
ment against marriage being holy and blessed in
stituton. Ifany couple suffer severely from the eff
fects of matrimony, it only shows that they ought
not to have married one another. tserves them ex-
actly right, for being foolish enough to yoke them
selves together for life and not first ascertain wheth
er they could travel without pushing ,pung, hauling
and one wanting to shaw about" while the other is
determined to sgee Off" There must be an exact
fitness of disposition, mind and temper, else it
were better that each party had remained separate.
But there are fits to be found always If one article
is not found to suit by previous examination. adj
wise you, my friends to keep trying till you find an
exact fit; and then marry by all means.
My friends-I will now proceed to say what
think marriage to be like. Perhaps some of the com
parsons may be rather common, and yet not strictly
true; but such as they are, give unto you. Mar
rage then, is like silk purse-most agreeable to
bear when there is plenty of money in it, notwith-
standing that with it people generally purchase as
much misery as happiness. Gold may obtain fine
house, splendid furniture and bushels of worldly
spect but it can never buy thmble full of that pure
conjugal love, which, like ray of sunshine lights up
the hut of the hoveler well the palace of the
prince. Marriage is like mousetrap-lt is easy
enough to get into it, but difficult to get out. When
a couple of bped mice once enter the matrimonial
cagethey nbble at the crumbs of comfort,
ed; but when the cheese is all gone, they grow UNI
easy, and wish themselves out. There is no chance
for them however-they mutually agreed to enter
and each alike must suffer the consequences. Mar
rage is like s'rose tree in full bearing" How at
tractive are its 1owers how sweet is the fragrance
while moistened with the morning dews of Lowell
but the bright leaves fall after season-ther per-
fume to be She'd and the thorns alone re-
main. Marriage is about the same thing over and
over enjoyed but little differently at different times.
1t is like leg of mutton Snnday-served up cold
on Monday-ditto, with pickles on Tuesday-hashed
up on Wednesday-and then mutton again for the
rest of the week. Some one, before me, has truly
compared Marriage to a candle placed In window
upon summers night, attracting insects from eve
direction. The silly flies, that out, butt their
heads against the pane to get in, while those that
are in, are butting most furiously to get out.
My dear friends-on the other hand, marriage is
like the meeting of two streams-a couple of rivu-
let's that after bubng along separately among rocks
weeds and flowers over mill-dams and precpices at
length unite, and flow on together, or rather mnge
into one in calmness, brightness and beauty, to the
bay of everlasting rest. Marriage is like the ever
green pine, that preserves its freshness and looks
greener still when the SHOWS have fallen around 1t,
and other trees have shed their verdure. Marriage
in Short is the sunshine of life; beneath Its genial
nfence spring up the best affections, and the nobest
virtues of man, which in the sterrty of selfish cellb-
acy would have laid dormant and useless. 1t is the
of virtuous pleasure in youth, and the balm OF
old age. If you don't believe it, get married and try
it. A good wife is good property; but when Time
has scrubbed off her gildng faded the upon her
cheeks, and undecorated her outward woman, you
will have chance discover that her heart is made
Of something better than bees-wax. AS my old
friend Solomon says, "She openeth her mouth with
wisdom, and in her tongue is the law of kindness;-
she looketh well to the way of her husband and eat
eth not of the bread of dleness her children rise up
and call her blessed her husband, also, he praiseth
,er.' To conclude the services, the congregation
will please sing the following stanzaz from brother
Thomas Moore:-
There's bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told
When two that are linked in one heavenly tie,
With heart never changing and brow never cold,
Love on through all ills and love on till they die
One hour of such passion so sacred is worth
Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss:
And OH if there be an Elysium on earth,
1t is this, it is this!
Omit the first and second verses