Thibodaux minerva., 1853-10-29

With care, that, IKE the caterpillar eats
The leaves Of the springs sweetest book, the rose.
II is common practice with those who
have outlived the Susceptibility de early
feeling, or have been broughtup in the gay
heartlessness ofdissipated life, to laugh Ill
all love stories, and to treat the tales Of TO-
mantle passion as mere fictions of novelists
and poets. My observations on human ma
ture have induced me to think otherwise.
They have convinced me, that however the
surface Of the character may be chilled and
frozen by the cares ofthe world, or cultivated
into mere smiIessby the artsof society, still
there are dormant fires lurkfngsin the depths
of the coolest bosom, which, when once en-
kindIed, become impetuous, and are some
times desolating in their effects. Indeed,
am true believer in the blind deity, and
90 to the full extent Of his doctrines Shall
confess it'll believe in broken hearts.
and the possibility Of dying Of disappointed
love- l do moi, however, consider ia maladyI
often fatal to my own sex :. but firmly be-
lieve that it wi,hers down many lovely
woman into an early grave.
Man is the creature nf interest and am
bi,ion. His nature leads him forth into the
struggle and buslIe Of the world. Love is
but the establishment Of his early life, or
song piped in the intervals Of the. acts.
He seeks for fame. for fortune, for space in
the worlds thought, and dominion over his
fellow men. But woman's whole life is q
history Of the affections The heart is her
world: it is there her ambition strives for
empire; it is there her avarice seeks for
hidden treasures. She sends forth heYsym-
pathies on adventure; she embarks her
whole soul in the traffic Of affection; and If
shipwrecked, her case is hopeless--for il is
bankruptcy Of the heart
To man the disappointment Of love may
occasion some bitter pangs: itwounds some
feelings OF tenderness-it blasts some pros
poets of felicity; but he il an active being
--he can djssipate his thoughts IN the whiH
Of varied occupation, Or can plunge into the
tide of pleasure; or. if the scene Of disap-
pontment be too full Of painful associations,
he can shift his abode at will, and, taking
asit were the wings Of the morning, can
afy to the u,termost parts Of the earth and
be at rest" sssasa2as
But woman's is compsfa,ively u fiasd,
secluded, and a me,iitatiye life. She is more
the companion Of her own thoughts and feel
ings; and ifthey are turned to ministers Of
sorrow, where shall she look for consolation
Her lot is to be wooed and won: and if un-
happy in her love, her heart is like some
fortress that has been captured and sacked,
and abandoned and left desolate.
How many bright eyes grow dimhow
many soft cheeks grow pale-how 19&ny
lovely forms fade away into the tomb, and
none can telt the cause that blighted their
lovelitless As the dove viii claspits wings
10 its side, and euyer and conceal the arrow
that is preyng on its vitAls. SO it is the ma
tnre of woman to hide from the world the
pangs of wounded affection The love Of
delicate female is always shy and silent.
Even when fortunate, she scarcely breathes
il to herself; but when otherwise, she bnries
it in tho recesses of her bosom, and there
lets it cover and brooi among the ruins OF
her peace With her the desire Of the heart
has failed. The great charm Of existence is
at an end. She negects all the cheerful
exercises which gladden. the spirits, quicken
the pulses. and send the iide of life in health
ful currents through the veins. Her rest is
broken-the sweet refreshment Of sleep is
poisoned by melancholy dreams--a dry sor-
row drinks her blood" until her enfeebled
frame sinks under the slightest external IN.
jury. Look for her, after little while, and
you find friendship weeping over her un-
timely grave, and wondering that one, who
but lately glowed with all the radiance Of
health and beauty, should So speedily be
brought down to darkness and the wormu
Youwill be told of some wintry chill, some
casual indisposi,ion, that laid her low: but
no one knows the mental malady that pre-
yionsly sapped her strength, and made her
so easy prey 10 the spoiier. #s
She is like some tender tree, the pride
and beauty Of the grove graceful in its
form, bright ia its foliage, but with the worm
preying At its heart We find il suddenly
withsring, when il should be most fresh and
luxuriant. We see it dropping its branches
'oihe earth, and shedding leaf b. leaf unit,
wasted and perished away, il falls even IN
the stiffness of the forest; and as we muse
over the beautiful ruin, we strive in vain to
Iecollect the blast or thunderbolt that could
havesmiiten ii with decay
have seen many instances of w0menxun- |
nlng TO waste and self-neglect, and disap-
pearing gradually from the earth, almost a.
4 they had been exhsled to heaven; and
have repeatedly fancie.i that could trace
iheif death throu gh the various tleclensions
oefconsumption, cold, debility, languor, me-
hncholy, until reached the first symptom
estdisappoin;ed love. But an instance OF the
EMd was lately told to me; the circ nmstances
s'e well known in the country where they
happened. and shall but give them in the
manner in which they were related.
Every one must recoIlect the tragical
sory Of young E., the Irish patriot il 4
vas too touching to be soon forgotten. Dur
ING the troubles in Ireland heSwas tried,
condemned and executed, on charge Of
treason. His fate made deep impression
oenpublic sympathy. He was 50 young so
iaieliigent-so generous-sob brsNe4-so every
h'ng that we are apt TO like in . young
man. His conduct under trial, too was 50
loty and intrepid The noble Indignation
nlh which he repelled the charge oflreason |
against his couniry-.he eloquent vindica- |
lea Of his name-and his pathetic appeal TO
Msterity, il the hopeless hour Of condensna- |
aa--all these entered deeply into every
ssaerous bosom, and even his enemies Ia
asnled the stern policy that dictated his
But there was one heari, whose anguish
awoald be impossible to descfibe In hap
nst days and fairer fortunes, be had won |
sae Aasctions Of beautiful and interesting
81 the daughter Of late celebrated Irish |
ossf.slef. She loved him with the disintsr- !,
sasa teiyonr of 4 woman's first and early
ss n hen every worldly maxim arrayed |
wv sg.inst him when blasted in fortune;