The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 184?-1851, 1845-01-15
oADIz, HARRISON COUNTY, OHIO, JANUARY Is, 1916

80 S'S lOfou, WulIe ne WOuld yield to the song
oil the Syren and wander from the arms that
embraced him, TO seek the embrace of others
even OF the abandoned, then he is a villain hated
OF God and justly d~espised of men. And such
are many of those whom we see in the road TO
rum. The love of fond wife would have sa-
we'd them, but they rejected it and deserve to
perish.
But if--and it is a SERIOUS if--if she meets
MN returning from his days care and toll in the
held, or the shop, or the study, or the forum, or
the senate Git matters not where or what his la
bors, he flies from them with Joy to find repose
and peace in tho paradise of his own home J but
II she whom he loves meets him without the
Joyous welcome ola glad heart and a sunlit eye,
or with a irown, or with a Iook Of cold indiier-
ehce' or the mere absence of delight; if she
meets HIM not with the living, speaking, shining
evidence that her heart leaps with gIadness
When Its lord has come, it is not strange 10 me
that his heart sinks, and he seeks for pleasures
where he looks not for love. He can be happy
without love abroad, but home, though a heaven
iull OF angels, without love is bell.
" Love is a thing of lrail and delicate growth;
soon checked, soon tostered, feelle and vet strong
1t Will endure much, suffer long and bear
What would weigh down an angels wing to earth,
And yet mount heavenward; but not the less
1t dIeth OF Il word, a look, a thought;
And when it dies, it dies without a sign
10 tell how fair it was in happier hours:
+ 1t leaves behind reproaches and regrets,
And bitterness within affections well,
For which there is no healing.'
There is truth as well as poetry in this, and
oft the domestic circle where poetry never had
a worshipper, has felt the sad power of this truth.
GA word, a look has been the death blow of
love that shed bliss in that circle, and has driven
a fond husband TO seek relief for a wounded
spirit in scenes that allure to destroy. Mrs. Ellis,
in her "Wives Of England" has most happily
drawn the portrait of a wife as she should be,
ga BEING TO COME HOME TO-" 1t is not wit, moi
beauty, nor wealth, nor religion, that makes d
wife a crown of rejoicing TO her husband. MOI
all these combined. A wife may have them all
and love her husband not; give him all unclouded
welcome never; make his house no home.
"Oh! man may bear with suffering; his heart
Is a strong thing and godlke in the grasp
Of pain that wrings mortality; but tear
One chord affection clings to, part one tie
That binds him unto woman's delicate love,
And his great spirit yieldeth like a reed.'
When such a thought as this is put into print.
the most of READERS laugh at it, as the soft sen,
tlmenta!ism Of u young poet, but every family
has felt and proved its truth. If LOVE dwell not
there, Joy is also a stranger; and fLovE hath his
home i'll that house, "a word or look" may drive
it far away. Thompson, the poet of nature,
draws the picture Of d happy family.
"Where friendship full exerts her SO fest power,
Perfect esteem, enlivened by desire
Inelfable, and sympathy of soul;
Thought meeting thought, and will preventing will
With boundless confidence; for nought but love
Can answer love, render bliss secure.'
Another and a gentler bard has warbled il
sweeter but not more truthful numbers
"When kindred hearts in rapture meet,
When e'on their plaintivc signs are sweet,
Then dwells celestial bliss below,
Then flies all thought Of care or woe!
Then trip the hours DER summer fowers;
Then life glides like a gentle stream;
Earth yields no bliss SO sweet as this,
Though it sometimes fades like an earthly dream. >
A dream! o how the memory of the loved
and the lost m up when the broken circle
is thus brought back to the soul! And how
sweet the thought that in that circle "no word.
no look" e'er sent a pang to any hoart--tlat ev-
cry hour was a summer hour, and every face the
reflection Of a bright spirit! How sweet,
when sorrowing DER some stone we bend,
Which covers all that was a friend"
how sweet to know that the memory of an un-
kind word can never mar the joy we feel when
the years of our intercourse with Tie departed re-
cur to the mind! So let us live; so let US die
so let us remember those whom we loved and
who have gone before us.
But whittier have | wandered? 1t was of ''the
wife's welcome" that | began to write, and fol
lowing the free current of thought, led by one
poet and another, | have run on until the reader
has probably left me to run alone. Once more,
as the preacher saith, and am done.
"There is a love that DER the war
Of jarTing passion pours its light,
And sheds its influence ike a star
That brightest burns in darkest night,
at is true, so fixed, so strong,
1t parts not with parting breath;
In the souls fight its borne along
And holds the heart-strings e'en in death.
"'Tis never quenched by sorrows dde;-
No, It's a flame caught from above
A tie that death cannot divide
Ills the bright torch of Welded LOVE.
But there is one love, not of earth,
Though sullied by the streaming tear;
1t is a star OF heavenly birth,
And only shines mistaken there.
"'Iis when this clay resigns its breath,
And the soul quits its ffail abode,
That rising from the bed of DEATH,
This love is pure-THE LOVE OF Comp
[Chrishan Parlor .Magasine for July.1
EFFECTS OF KINDNEss.-Ia ana almost convinced
that there never yet was an instance in which
kindness has been fairly exercised, but that it hal
subdued the enmity opposed TO it. Let every
person put the question to his soul, whether, un.
der any circumstances, he can deliberately re.
sist continued kindness. Anda voice of Election