Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1847-11-03
From the augusta Consti!uiionalist.
ASHORT ESSAY ON BACHELORS


From the augusta Cons.isuiionalist.
ASHORT ESSAY ON BACHELORS
can conceive ofno life more mise>
rablc Than that of the Bachelor. If he
live in house by himself, he is ever
comparing his own lot with that of his
married neighbor, who is as happy as
the days are long, receiving company,
and ronping with his children;- but as our
bachelor wanders through his rooms, a
sense of loneliness comes over him, and
he signs, alas ! in vain, for even
"a little Eaeas to play in his halls"
As he sits by his lonely hearth, and
looks around on his vacant chairs, and
the unoceupied corner, he pictures TO
himself the b:ightnes of the scene if all
those empty chairs we're filled by "a
pretty string Of beads" and the other
corner, by "lhe flower, and the Mother
of the flock - and while he thinks Of all
.these things, a burst Of laughter, long,
gsEd and merry, as it t;1sSsiIis n his,
s ssgsgslsss y fallsapon his ear, as
fin very mockery ofhis Ionelipess. Or
perchance, some gay, happy child, eros>
ses his path but he turns away from
him, and bitterly thinks of his youthful
days, and the many opportunities he had
of marrying well, as a man looks back
upon the golden hours, which have sped
away, unimproved, and which alas can
never be regaiued. Parties, and fishing
frolics, come upto review before HIM,
sadly mellowed, and dimmed by the
long years that have intervened:-He
recalls the happies, day Of his life, when
he sat by some fair ones side on the
messy bank of some quiet stream. H
feels, once more. her warm breath rpodn
his cheek, as be bent down to disSngage
the hook which caught her esess' and
remembers what long time 1t required
to loosen it. He we'll .emembers the
thrill of delight whep he touched her
hand, The bound of Ills heart when their
ewes met, and tls gentle pressure other
hand as she le4ned confdingly upon his
arm, and lo,ked up into his face, the
incarna,isn of innocence and loveliness.
Again does he hear those rich tones,
ricber now in memory, for they will
peyer be heard again; and though the fire
biazes brightly, and the clock ticks mer>
Mrily in the corner, the old man sighs, and
bitterly reproaclles himself that he did
not whisper his loveto her when no one
was nigh TO hear, and no sound to dis
turb save The gentle ripple of the winding
stream. E.-.
Like rock in the midst ofsome green
isle-an isolated being. the old man
drags out his existence,- one to SYM
pathize with no one 10 love him, no one
10 love. Children hush their laughter,
and stop their sports, when he comes
nigh. Boys poke fun al him, and laugh
at his old hat, and It's The "unkindesl cul
of all" the very eyes that once beamed
lovingly upon him, now sparkle in deri-
sion.of his fate. =
When he sits down to his table, his
house.keeper pours out his coffee, with
the air Of one paid TO do it, and he is
Disguised with her oficious kindness,
which he knows to be the trankest hy-
pocrisy OF if, as bachelors are apt 10
do, for the lack of something better to
love he has set his affections upon the
Iucre OF earth, he is. the constant sport OF
doubts, suspicious, and fears. He watch.
es his house-keepert with, a svigilant eye,
and views her as a leech which is slowly,
but surely sucking up his substance,
Every approach which she makes to hi, his
cupboard causes his heart TO ihrob, and
every jingle Of her keys costs him !. pangg;
hence we often see the bachelor, goadt!ed
10 desperation, join himself in matrlmO'
ny with The guardian Of his cupboard
But they never 1.-Two happily together
and he invariably cuts her with ASH atsllll'