The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1851-02-15
MISS BREMEN ON LOVE.

MISS BREMEN ON LOVE.
Love is no more, as in former ages,
clad in armor, in fiery passions, madden
ed by impediments, pursuing its course
with sword and flame. A gentle spirit
has breathed over earth, breathes in hui
man breasts. Gentler, yes; but not less
strong and tender. What in former
ages was most vital, most deep in love,
exists now as then, yea, may be SAID to
be the chief love of our days. And to-
| day, as in the days of Hagbard and
Sldge, the lover-not overcome by TWEEN
ty strong men,--will be bound by sim
gle hair of his mistress's head. We
think, in fact, that love in our times has
deepened-become more spiritualized
and pure. Passion becomes affection,
tenderness and flowers, in the domestic
affections, converting homes into earthly
paradises, and making mans mind more
and more fit for the paradise of heaven.
There is in Sweden flower generally
called "Old Love- Its flowers are
white and elegant, its leaves and whole
structure of the most refined delicacy
and grace; it is OF long life, and keeps
fresh even under the snow. And we
have seen there, as we'll as here, old cou-
pies where the love, symbolized in the
plant, was all real; where the grace and
charm of love lowered as fresh and
charming as ever between mate and
mate, in thousand instances, and gave
reality to the fable of that beautiful old
couple, to whom the gods came as guests,
and who, on their prayer not to survive
one another, receive the gift ofimmortal
union.
1t was such loves that the great En-
glish bard had in view when he sang
| Let me not TO the marriage of true minds
Admit lmpedimcnt. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
| Or bends with the remover to remove:
Oh, no! il is an cvcr-fxcd mark,
That looks on tempcsts and is never shaken
| 1t is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown although its height
be taken.
Loves not times fool, though rosy lips and
cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his briefhours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
II this be error, and upon me proved,
lnevcr writ, nor no man ever loved.
twas such marriage which the Swe-
dish seer (Swedenborg) saw in one Of
his visions, and described so:
81 saw chariot driving in the upper
sky. through the pure morning air. 1t
seemed to me at first that but one indi-
vidual, radiant and beautiful, was sitting
in it; but as the vision drew nearer,
saw that they were two, man and wo-
man, sitting side by side. They SEEM
ed full of happiness, and SO beautiful,
that it seemed to me they hardly could
become more so. But when they turn
ed to one another, they began 10 radiate,
as if covered all over with jewels, and
became so resplendent and beautiful,
that | could hardly bear their sight; and
again they seemed to mingle into one,
and to be one single individual all shin
with light"
There are minds who are born, as it
were, married, double; there are also
minds born single and to single life,
$50 it seems TO me, and so believe,) as
well as there is in the armament above
us double stars always revolving round
about their own axes and the great cen
trail sun, who leads and inspires all, both
double and single stars.
1t is charming to think that in every
vale, in every village of this our earth
we may find loves and lives correspond
ing with the pictures ofthc poet and seer,
and that every one of the little homes
we see on the banks of our rivers and
lakes, or in the shelter of our forests
may harbor the immortal Eros.
love to hear love stories, and love
to tell them. Then, apart from the in
terest they have for the human heart
they have always something new, some
thing fresh and original about them
which puts to shame the old saying Of
Solomon, that there is nothing new un
der The Sun. With every new low
some new incidents, some new combe
nation comes up. There is a fresf
breeze over the waters of the Dead Sea
in the desert fountain gushes forth
and under the snow Of the Arctic circl'
the Norma Borealis is born.
We should more look to these ever,
day wonders. And believe that if ev
erybody (who is anybody, that is, a tru
human mind,) would fairly and .rul,
tell us his own ovestory, (be it that O
earthly or heavenly love we wouI,