Southern shield., 1853-07-09
A SHORT PATIENT SERMON.
BY DOW, JR.

I My text this morning Is contained in these words:
 How solveless is woman!
 How tender is woman!
 How loving is woman,
 | How childIike is woman.
 My hearers-Sure enough. how solve less IS woman! She is an unguessible riddle--a most intricate enigma; flow CT, which, by analyzing-no one can tell to certainty whether 1t be poison ous or lnnoxious-not always. She has been with man from the beginning, and he hasn't found her out vet. She is comparatively an unexplored country -an alphabet in hierogIyphiss, a mag. netic mystery. Nobody knows what her head contains. Sometimes it seems stuffed with love, tenderness and sym pathy; and at others, filled with nothing but grit and gravel It won't answer to shake her; you cause the aclds and al- kalies in her nature 10 come in contact, and then such effervescence takes place as might lower the ambition of pearl-ash and cider.
 Like the month of April she Is all sun shine and flowers. Many tear drop evaporates in warm light of smile. ere 1t has a chance 10 fall and many brigh smile is suddenly quenched by passing cloud of sorrow about the slze of a blanket.
 Griefs bubble up from her bosom to burst in an atmosphere of joy, like au- tumnal flowers, spring from the warm bed of her heart, to be cut down by the sudden frost of grief. A queer com pond is woman! She Is made of mod esty, boldness, beauty, silk, satins, ieal- ousy, love, hatred, horse-hair, whale bone, pletv, paint, gaiety, gum elastic, bears grease, syifpathy, tears, smiles, affections and kindness. She ta ks with her tongue, speaks with her eyes, is elo- quent in her actions, and yet can't un- derstand it.
 My friends--how tender is woman! She IS as tender as q chicken, and as tough as an old go5ler. She must be screened from the hot summers sun, sheltered from storms; and protected from the b'asts of winter-and yet if she makes up her mind to do it she can out swear the sun, face north-easter and be match for the devil. But in- ward.y she Is as tender mercies of heav- en; her heart Is as much softer than hu- mans as beeswax is softer than brick bat. Her sympathies are as delicate as the down upon the eagles wing, and her love appears as fresh and unfading amid the sorrows of diversity, as the evergreen wreath that encircled the old winter. Her tenderness is too tough to be destroyed by whatever chance or time may bring, as tough as tripe, and twice as common.
 My dear friends-how lofty is wo- man. No matter whether born in a cellar, she can sometimes be as lofty as garret When once she gets her back up, o cats and broom sticks!- look out for yourselves! She Is high as Olympus, and savage as a sausage machine. In high wrath she is as crazy as bed-bug, as strong as tiger, and as terrible as tornado. She Can blaze away as though heaven, hell and earth were coming to c ose quarters; but in al few moments 1t is all over-nobody ki led.-Thcn she comes down from the mountains whence she has been rolling big-stones upon the people below-softens down to jelly, and becomes as quies- cent as a goose pond after tempest The brooches won't ft-she must re- sume the pettlcoat, and be woman after all
 My hearers-how lovely is woman Aye, she is amazingly sickly in her attachments: She will cling to the chosen object of her heart like possum to a gum tree, and you can't separate her without snapping strings that no art can mend, and leaving a portion of her soul upon the upper-lea ther of her affec- tions. She will sometimes see some thing 10 love where others can discoverl nothing to admire, and when her fond ness is once tastend on fellow, it sticks like glue and molasses in a busy head of hair.
 My hearers--how childlike is woman!I "A piaything for herself, she is fond off every plaything in the worlds great toy shop.-Her home. is the realm of fancy; her existence is the very ideal of reality; her very miseries are mingled with a pleasing romance; her present Is always bright and her future still brighter. Would that l were woman, to be pleas ed with every posey that pops it's head above the weeds of wicked world, and have no thornS to molest me whilst gathering the wild flowers of imagina- ton. ChildIike. woman is very happy. Tickled with the straw of Hattery, de- 1 lighted with every rainbow tinted bubble that floats upon the wave of time--as an.ic as young coon by moonlight, and as merry as a cricket. she dances in the sunlight of joy and seems 10 use every endeavor to coax us male, moody nor tals into brighter and happier paths. oa mote 1t be!
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 GREAT SPEED.-Ihe Pittshurq Dis patch says that, on Saturday week, the fast tram on the Pennsylvania railroad, when near Greensburg. attained the ex- traordlnary speed of eighty miles per