The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 184?-1851, 1845-01-22

nursed in sickness, and never let them
.bo ~unjustly treated.
CHOICE PASSAGES.
By L. L. LANDoN.
Love is the Columbus Of our moral world, and
"Opens, at some period or other, a new hemi-
sphere 10 our view.
Strange it is that people (unless in the way of
.ostentation} never value the blessings they pos
scss.-- But if life has a happiness over which the
prjmeval curse has passed and harmed not, it is
The early and long-enduring affection of blood
and habit. The passion which concentrates its
strength and beauty upon one, is a rich and terri
bic stake, the end whereof is death; the living
light Of existence is burnt out in an hour--aud
what remains? The dust and the darkness.
But the love which is born in childhood-an in
stinct deepening into a prime; pIe-retains 10 the
end something of the freshness belonging 10 the
hour of IFS birth. The amusement partaken--
the trfijng quarrel made up-the sorrow shared
together-the punishment in which all were in
yoIyed-the plans for the future, so fairy tale
Ike and so false, in which all INDUCED; so true
lit is that loves slightest links are the strong
est!
There is something inexpressibly touching in
the story of Ishmael, the youth who was sent in
to the wilderness Of life with his bow and his
arrow, CHS hand against every man, and every
mans hand against him. Even in our crowd
ed, busy, and social world, on how many is this
doom pronounced! What love makes allowance
like household loye?--what takes an interest in
small Sorrows and small successes like house
bold love? God forgive those (and | would moi
even say forgive, were not Divine mercy illimit-
able) who turn the household altar 10 a place of
strife! Domestic dissension is the s%acrilege of
the heart.
There is a most characteristic difference in
the way a man and a woman take TO introduce a
desired topic; the one, like a knight, claps spurs
TO his steed, and rides straight into the field; the
other, like an Indian, fights behind cover, and
watches her opportunity: the knight often misses
he enemy, the indian never.
The difference that there is between a wo-
mans love and Il mans! His passion may lead
him, in the first instance, to act in opposition to
oplnion-but its influence is only suspended;
and soon a sheer or a censure wounds his pride
and weakens his love. A woman's heart, on the
contrary, reposos more ON itself; and a fault
found in the object Of her attachment is resent
cd as an injury: she is angered, not altered.
Night is beautiful i'll itself, but still more beau
tilul in lis associations: it is not linked, as day
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the ~IitIeness Of life. The sunshine brings with
it its action: we rise in the morning, and our
task is before us; but night comes, and with it
rest. If we leave sleep, and ask not of dreams
iorgotfUlncss, our waking is in solitude, and Our
employment is thought. Imagination has thrown
her glory found the midnight-the orbs of heay-
en-, the silence, the shadows, are stepped in po-
Ietry. Even in the heart of u crowded city,
where the moonlight fell but upon pavement and
roof, the heart would be soCjened, and the mind
elevated, amid the loneliness Of nights deepest
and ~stillcst hours.
How little do even our most intimate friends
know of US! There is an excitement about IN
tense misery which is its support: lightsuflcrings
spring to the lips in words, and 10 the eyes in
tears; but there is deep pride in deep passion
which guards lis feelings from even the shadow
of a surmiso. IT'S strange the strength that min
giles with our weakness, that even in the suffer
ing that sends the tear TO The eye-not TO be
shed, but there 10 lie in all lis burning and salt
n~oss--which swells in the throat butt be forced
down again, like nauseous medicine; even in
this deep and deadly suffering, vanity finds a
trophy Of power over which TO eXult. 1t is
somewhat that speaks Of mental command, to
think how little the careless and the curious
deem of the agony which, like a conqucror, is
rcigning in misery and desolation within.
The proof that keen feelings IRE incompati-
bic with happiness is shown in the fact, that the
young commit suicide, the old, never. The old
have out-lived that mental world we so misname
in calling tia world of enjoyment; they have out
lived the feverish dreams which waste those
keen hopes-the ~pelicans Of the heart, feeding
on the life-blood Of their parent; they have no
part in the excitement of success, whether in
its desire or disappointment. Delicate food, the
card table, money, arc the delights Of old age,
and do we, then, become content in proportion as
our coutentment becomes of"the earth, eartliyr'
Are the feelings that redeem, the aspirations
that dignity our nature, only like the ancient ty-
rants machine Of torture, which, under the sem
blance of beauty, stabbed the bosom that chung
10 in Who is there that has not, al some period
or Other, paused, as il were, upon existence, to