Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1847-02-10
I RAvENNA WEDNEsDAI FEBRUARY TO- sz

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A Short Patent Sermen.
/ MY text, this morning, is contained in
these words: s ~. .s5s sss,taltf
How solvsless Il woman. Eas el1Esg
so :, How. lender H. woman. Il lSaGI
A 8 Howioying q sFonant n ~
Low ahi ks Il l3olna6! 4
Ny hearers-sure enough, how solve.
| less is woman! she is an unguessable riddle
1 Ia most intricate enigma; q flower which,
by analyzing, no one can tell to a certain
ty whether it be poisonous or innoxious---
not always. She has been with man from,
the beginning, and he hasn't found her out
vet, She is comparatively an unexplored
country--an alphabet Of hieroglyphics--a
magnetic mystery. Nobody knows what
her heart contains. Sometimes it seems
stuffed with love, tenderness, and sympathy;
and at others, filled with nothing but gris
and gravel. Itwon't answer to shake her;
if you do, you cause the acids and the al.
kalies in her nature to come in contact;
and then such an effervescence takes place
as might lower the ambition Of perlash and
cider. Like the month Of April, she is
all sunshine and showers. Many q tear
drop of hers dries and evaporates in the
warm light of a smile, ere it has chance
to fall; and many bright smile is SUDDEN
ly quenched by sprinkle from some pass
. ing cloud of sorrow, about the. size ofa bed
blanket. Griefs bubble up from her bo.
som, to burst in an atmosphere ofjoy; and
, Joys, like autumnal flowers, spring from
V the warm beds of her heart, to be cut down
by the sudden frost of grief. queer com.
g pound is woman! She is made up of in
u dustry, boldness, beauty. silks, satins, jeal-
1t ousy, love, hatred, horse hair, whale.bone,
1t piety, paint. gaity, gum-elastic, BEARS
p1 greace, sympathy, tears, smiles, affection,
@ and kindness. She talks with her tongue,
W speaks with her eyes, is eloquent in her
Il actions, and yet l can't understand her.
NY friends-how tender is woman! She
a is as tender as chicken, and as tough as
an old gobler. She must be screenad from
the hot Summers sun, sheltered from storms.
and protected from the blast of winter--and
vet, if she makes up her mind to it, she can
out sweat the sun, face northeastern, and
be match for the devil. But inwardly
she is as tender as the mercies Of heaven;
her heart is as much softer than he hu-
mans as beeswax is softer than brick-bat.
" Her sympathies are as delicate as the
IF down under an angels wing, and her love
" appears as fresh and unfading amid the sor-
!, rows of adversely, as the evergreen wreath
h that encircled the bald brow Of Winter.
o Her tenderness is too tough to be destroyed
S by whatever chance, fortune, or time may
C bring: tough as tripe, and twice as common:
g NV dear friends--how lofty is woman!
d No matter whether born in a cellar, she
" can sometimes be as lofty as garret.
y When she once gets her back up, o cats
o. and broomsticks!-l out tor yourselves!
" She is as high as Olympus and as savage
h as a sausage machine. In her wroth, she
to is as crazy as a bed bug, as strong as ti-
Sc ger, and as terrible as q tornado. Shec
h. Blaze away as though hell, heaven, and
TX earth were coming to close quarters; but,
in few moments all is Overland nobody
killed. When she comes down from the
70 mountains. whence she has been rolling
al big stones upon people below sof'ens down
y y to q Jelly, and becomes as qulescent as 9
- goose pond after tempest. ne breeech'
V Pes won't fit--she must resume the pettlsoati
Y and be d woman, after all. N,
" "A shsarsrs--how loving y woman! -
q ve NV Is asriaz stick q hsr rastacI
e, &, ments. 81 She wiilscling q the chosan a.
~ IIect of her heart like q 'possum 70 gum
4. Il. tree; and you can't separate her wiInou; ''
III, snnpning strings that no art can mend, ano
no LEAVING portion Of her soul upon the up
narleafber of her affections. She vii
ar sometimes see something to love Wnere olh
,ill ers can discover nothing even to admire
out and when her fondness is once iastene'
,re unon n fellow, it stays there, like glne ant
~. molasses in bushy head Of hair. .,t, !.
Nv hearers-ho how childlike, wlthai' !
,ad woman! A plaything herself, she is fond o
:" of every plaything in the worlds grea
mix .sbor. Her home is in the realm o.
';c @ sycu ~ r her existence is kind Of ideal re
,ve . aI;tH.Ibar very miseries are mingled VIII
to. pleasing romance--her Pfessn. = a,Hay. WAY,
kes bright and her future still brign,er' Oa',
that I we're a woman, to be pleased WIZ \,
every posy that pops its head above ln'
J of weeds Of a wicked world, and have q
M tborns to molest me while gathering ,n'
you Wild flowers Of imagination! Childllke
rry woman is very happy. Tickled with tn'
be straw offlattery, delighted with every ram
be bow.tinted bubble that floats upon the way !,
my Of time, as antic asa young coon 2. Y u n
ion moonlight, and as merry as cf.ckes. s .s sn
nth dances in the sunlight OF JOY. ana seems
hat Use every endeavor to coax US male moou \
gets rnortals. into brighter and happier pam
'ay. Sa @ ran,s , i ba, Dow SJE.
eat or Without friend, the world u
i Wilderness, ns 'yeiSss