Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1851-01-04
From Burritt's Citlzen.I
a Word to Husbands,

Happy is that wife who can say, with a smil-
ing face ADD joyful heart, III have never been
IN my husband! He has in all
Things come up 10 the high standard | marked
out for him, when ] chose him from all the
world, as the one | could most desire "to
honor, serve, and love-" He has ever been as
gentle and forbearing, as tenderly alive TO all
my joys and sorrows, as londly supposed he
would be, when he drew me to his hear, aud
promised (oll, how tenderly y to love and cher
lsh me tall DEATH Happy, indeed, if she has
now no more tear OF a harsh or cold reply, all
unklnd look, or cutting reproot, than in the
sunny days OF early love, when every wish
was anticipated, and every feeling consulted.
How few consider that love is sweet and
delicate flower, which may, indeed be easil,
planted, but which demands an ever careful
and tender shand to rear it, SO that it may bud
and blossom in fragrance and beauty (which
requires 10 be sheltered from the frosts of in
difference, and protected from the storms OF
passion, that II may not droop and die. 1t
cannot be exposed, like hardy evergreen, to
The chilly blasts of winter; it is ii delicate house
plant: which needs a fostering hand, aud
kindly atmosphere.
On, husband! presume not too much on the
strength and unchanging nature Of woman's
love. Fear to test IT. by exposing it rudely TO
the blighting influence of indifference, peey-
lshnesS, or passion. Let not the gentle one
who promised TO love, honor, and obey" with
generous devotedness and to whose mind the
last word Though rather stern in tself) con-
yeyed only pleasing aud tender image. be
brought TO feel the harshness of authority. If
she have true woman's heart she has often
thought and felt how delightful it would be to
yletd every thing ~ you but her spirit wiII re-
bel against any thing like tyranny in the man
she loves. Do not change the persuasive re-
guest into cold demaGd, if you would preSerue
lie affections you were so solicitous TO a0in.
Fiat is dark hour of unuttsrabIe so row.
winch Witnesses the upsetting OF the fairy
dreams OF love-when your wife sits sadly
contrasting the sweet and winning attentions.
The unmeasured kindness and consideration,
she once received, with your present coldlness
and apparent disregard of her tenderest feel
ngS. Think you she can forget the time
when she was always sure of gentle words,
and ready compliance with the most trivial
request! What pang is sent to her heart, as
recollections OF the past crowd upon her. al d
she thinks OF you, as you stood before her in
manly pride, the very ideal of her dreams,
aud tendefly asked 10 know her every wish,
that II might be gratified. Once she nlended
your glove, or performed some little office
equally trivial, and received beaming smile.
and warmth OF thanks, which repaid her n
thousand times Noe she devotes day after
day. her ce'y life, to your service; let her not
listen in vain for those blessed little under
tones OF love, which once sent a joyful thrill 10
her heart. 1t was by gentleness you yon and
ny genlleness alone can you preserve. in its
brightness end purity, the treasure YOU have
won.
Say not, "she is my wife, and al! her sery
ices are now justly my duen Your thinks
and considerate kindness are even more Justly
hers. Mark well the expression Of your wif;.'s
countenance. Does the light ola loving heart
beam forth as cloudiessly as when Won first
claimed her as your bride? or is there fired
and settled expression Of care and sadness.
winch, 10 one wise in the hearts mysteries
tells that LIES poetry his become prose? Do
lines begin prematurely TO trace themselves
on the lair and open forehead! Is the voice
constrained and sad-the step slow and spirit
less' Does your wife often hesitate, when
she speaks to YOU, as though fearing a rebuke2
Then he assured you are embit;erng her life
and, should you su@ive her, your own life
also; for, however you may look upon her
now, and even be nnmoved by her tears and
gentle expostnlalol g, as she lies before ,ou in
her coffin, her eyes closed upon YOU forever
aud her lips sealed in death, YOU would give
worlds to blot from your memory every in
stance of past unkindness But no they haunt
you to the latest moment Of life. Yon NAV he
rich or ereat-your fame may extend.to the
Utmost limit Of your ambition; but the harsh
words, which brought tears to the ewes Of liza,
gentle enc who lies low in the grave. and can
not whisper her forgiveness, remain a deadly
weight upon your spirit III vain do Won erect
a costly monument, or plant flowers upon her
grave, and water them with tears Of renen,.
ance- too late! Too late is tbe oniy a,,s,,a..