Carroll free press. [volume] (Carrollton [Ohio]) 1834-1861, 1847-09-03
VOLUME 13.-.NUMBER A..


"DO you know, Sarah, that men Of letters are
generally very parsimonious Of their wordsl-
Authors Of both sexes are said to be uninleres.
ing. Their minds are necessarily absiracled
and constantly employed. ltis only in company
that they relax, and become companionablc.
have always thought that the reason why literary
ladies' are said 10 live unhappiIy with their hus.
bands, might be traced 10 the abstraction of men.
tai occupation, added 10 preponderance Of intel.
ecI in their natures. Their more sensual min.
ded companion, not understanding them begins
to iancy himself not the whole star Of their aE
tecIion. and from this suspicion arises innumera-
Bile ills, injuries, and suffcrings. lcerany would
not have a literary husband. should be real
vexaIlon to such an one. ] could not be always
reading; and how could sit silent at my work
through the long winter evenings while nv hus-
band sat beside me at the table, poring over his
bloued manuscript. with contracted brow and irri.
table mind! Yet nwould be unreasonable to ex-
pect person so occupied TO feel an interest in
every little domestic incident, such as would nat.
urally furnish me with themes Of conversation.
What mental or forluitous treasure shall back
the suit Of him who aspires to The hand of our
sedate hue Janet"
wed other than an humble christian. consider
lervenI Piety the only suH guarantee of domestic
happiness"
"You are certainly right, Jane; but beware Of
the unsel OF hypocrisy, which, like all other Tin
sci, outshlnes the pure solid gold. lwould soon.
er wed an inhdel than hypocrite. An infdel
may be converted, but ahypocrile wraps his cloak
over his heart and is impervous. Then he will
require such rigorous and formal observance of
all outward ceremonies as will be hateful 10 you,
and you will acquire distastc of all that looks
like religion. Yet religion is no more like hy.
Pocrisy than a rose is like poppy"
(which Of us has made the best choicel" cr.
ed the beautiful Mary NJ.
"lndeed it would be hard for me to determine.
twenty years will bringproof positive, and sup.
pose we must wait the decision Of time"
"But, pardon me, Mrs. Emmons, your matri.
mona connexion must have been an unhappy
speculation, or your opinion of welded life would
not be so very Indifferent"
"You are mistaken, Mary. Mr.. Emmons was
one of the best of men. But married. as most
young girls marry, in utter ignorance of life, its
trials and its duties.
81 believed, as all works Of fiction invariably
teach, that the wedding day sthe climax Of hopes,
the seal of felicity, and the final end of all suE
lering and trial; when, as all experience teaches,
It is only the commencement of life in its waking
reality of cares and pain, and watching. Well,
! was happy until found that my husband ex.
pected me to be guided by his opinions, 10 resign
my own particular liking and habits for his, and
TO remain at home while he was absent on busi.
ness; and above all, that he appeared to deem
himself agrieved by what considered reasona-
bic complains. became dissatisfied and sad.
Next came i'll health and sufferings for which
thought he ought TO feel the liveliest sympathy.
lie laughed at my complaints, saying, You must,
as a married woman, expect all this, and more
Then grew angry, and aggravated my suferngs
by broodng over my unhappness, and wfulIy
increasing every disagreeabe circumstance. Ny
husband endured patiently, deeming that my i'll
humor would pass away with my present i'll state
of health. But gave way to peevishness until
Iit became a second nature, and my poor babe in
creased the cares and confinement of which was
already weary. And yet | truly loved my hus-
} band and my child was my dearest treasure
Yet the realities Of life were so different from my
, 1owery antcipationS, that deemed myself emf.
| nentIy miserable, and really oppressed. My hus.
band grew weary of my complainings and re.
proaches, and kept as much as possible out of my
society. know not where this would have en-.
ded; but fever, by beieaving me of my husband
and child in one little week, tore the veil from
, my heart, and showed me the deep, deep foun.
tains of love, over which the weeds of error had
been clustering, and which henceforh must flow
with sorrows waters, embittered by their balefu
tnclure. If lhad read the Bible as auentvely as
studied French, music and the fashions, Ishould
have learned womOn's duty and her destiny; anC
that her richest charm, and dearest treasure, is
: love like deep still lake, reAecting light anC
: darkness. summer and winter, beauty aud deGor
, nifty, yet remaining ever more the same; endu
} rance, which, like the sweet garden violet, bend
: meekly TO the careless footslep, and looks VI
: with fragrant smile to him who has trodden
4 down; and submission, which lies upon her spir
it, like dew upon rose, bending il down, yet ad
ding to its treasures Of increase and beauty; tha
: she is dependent, by the appointment Of God
} and the usages of all society. If she would dis
pute her husbands authority, to whom shall she
i; appeal! Man frames and expounds the laws, anC
: it is man who judges. While you are free retail
your freedom, until you find man whom yol
!; can delight TO honor. Then give your hand un
to his, and suffer him to lead you wheresoever h
S will, and you will find sweet flowers and fruits a
q long your path, and musical birds will make voca
3 every dark shade; and when The path is rough
heaven will bend over you radiant smiles. Yol
4 have not edited the company by naming the profes
I sion of your future master, my dear Matilda"
"Oh, fancy that none Of you will condemn
my choice. | must be wooed and won by mil
itary coat and epaueue. Patriotism and brave
:. ry are the charms that can reach my heart
:, What say ye to my choicel"
e "Only that it is not mine. Our Lord has said
d Blessed are the peace MAKERS but he has nj
where commended or best murder. I'll tell vol
: what, think bravery is most frequently vail
I, display Of mere brute courage. modern natrlnt