The Mississippi Creole. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1841-1851, 1847-02-20

My hearers sure enough, how solveles
is woman! She is an unguessable riddles
most intricate enigma; flower which, by an
alyzng, no one can tell to certainty whethe
it be poisonous or innoxious-not always
She has been with man from the beginning
and he han't found her out yet, Sheis com
paratively an unexplored country-an alpha
bet of eroglyphics--a magnetic mystery :
Nobody knows what her heart, contains.-
Sometimes it seems stuffed with love, tender.
ness and sympathy and at otheIs, filled will
nothing but grit and gravel. Il Won't answer
to shake her; if you do, yoy cause The acids
and the alkalies IN her nature to come in CON
tact; and then such an effervescence takes
place as might lower the ambition of pearash
and cider Like the month of April, she is
all sunshine and showers. MANY tear-drop
Of hers dries and evaporates in the warm
light Of smile, ere 1t it has chance to fall !;
and many bright smile is suddenly quench-
ell by sprinkle from some passing cloud OF
sorrow about the size of bed-banket. Griefs
bubble up from her bosom, to burst in the at
mosphere of joy; and joys, like autumnal flow
ers, spring from the warm beds of her heart,
to be cut down by the sudden frost of grief
A queer compound is woman She is made
up of modesty, boldness, beauty, silks, satins,
jealousy, love, hatred, horse-hair, whalebone,
piety, paint, gayety, gumelastic, bears grease,
sympathy, tears, smiles, affections and kind
ness. She talks with her tongue, speaks with
her eyes, is eloquent in her actions, and yet
can't understand her
My friends--how tender is women! She
old gobler. She must be screened from the
hot summers sun, sheltered from storms, and
protected from the blasts of winter-and yet,
il she makes up her mind to it, she can out
sweat the sun, face a northeaster, and be a
match for the devil. But inwardly,. she is as
tender as the mercies Of heaven: her heart
is as much softer than he-humans as beeswax is
softer than brick-bat. Her sympathies are
as delicate as the down under an angels wing,
and her love appears as fresh and unfading
amid the sorrows of adversely, as the evergreen
wreath that encircles the bold brow of Winter.
Her tenderness is too tough to be destroyed
by whatever chance, fortune or time may bring ::
tough as tripe and twice as common.
My dear friends-how lofty is woman! No
matter whether born in cellar, she can some
times be as lofty as garrett. When she once
gets her back up, o cats and broomstcks!-
look out for your selves. she is as high as
Olympus and as savage as a sausage machine.
In her wrath, she is as crazy as bed-bug, as
strong as tiger, and as terrible as tornado
She can blaze away as though hell, heaven
and earth were coming to close quarters; but
in few moments tits all over and nobody killed.
When she comes down from the mountains,
whence she had been rolling big stones upon
people below-soitens down to a jelly, and be-
comes as quiescentss goose-pjnd after tenn
past. The breeches won't 6t-she must re-
sumo the petticoat, and be q woman after all
My hearers-how loving is woman!-Aye,
he is amazing sticky in her attachment She
will cling to the chosen object Of her heart
ike s'POssum to gum tree; and you can't
'epsrste her without Swapping strings that no
lrt can mend, and leaving portion Of her
'Oul upon the upPerleather Of her affections -
She viii sometimes zee something TO love where
'thers can discover nothing even 10 admire;
nd when her fondnes- for fellow is once
fastened upon him, IL always stays there, hke
ylue and mOlssses in bushy head Of hair.
Ny hearers-how childlike, withal, is wo-