Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1853-07-21
A Short Patent Sermon.
BY DOW, JR.

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My text this morning is contained ir
these words:
How solveless is woman?
How tender is woman?
How loving is woman?
How child.like is woman?
My hearers sure enough, how solve.
less is woman! She is an unguessablc
riddle--a most intricate enigma, flows
err which, by analysing. no one can tell
to certainty whether il be poisonous or
innocuous-not always. She has been
with man from the beginning, and he
hasn't found her out yet. She is, COM
paratively, an unexpiored country-an
alphabet of hiereog lphics-a magnetic
mystery. Nobody knows what her heart
contains. Sometimes it seems stuffed
with love, tenderness and sympathy and
at Others, filed with nothing but grit and
gravel. It wont answer to shake her
you cause the acids and alkalies in her
heart to come in contact. and then sucl,
an effsrvescence takes place, as might
lower the ambition of pear lash and cider
Like the month of April. she is all
sunshine and flowers. Many tear-drop
evaporates in the warm light of smile,
ere II has chance to fall and many a
bright smile is suddenly quenched by a
sprinkle Of some passing cloud of sorrow
about the size of blanket.
Griefs bubble up from her bosom, to
burst in an atmosphere of joy; and joys,
like autumal flowers, spring from the
warm bed of her heart, to be cut down
by the sudden frost of grief. A queer
compound is woman She is made Of
modessy. boIdness. beauty, silks and sat-
ns, Jealousy, love. paint, gum>elastlc,
bears grease. sympathy, tears, smiles,
affections and kindness. She talks with
her tongue, speaks with her eyes, is ell
oquent in her actions, and yet cannot
understand it.
My friends ! how tender is woman :!
she is as tender as a chicken. and as
tough as an old gobbler. She must be
screened from the hot summers sun =
sheltered from the blast of wlnter--and
yet, it she makes up her mind to do ii,
she can outsweat the sun, face north-
easter, and be match for the devil. But
inwardly. she is as tender as the mercies
of heaven her heart is as much softer
than mans as bees wax is softer than a
brick. bat. Her sympathies are as deli~
cate as down on angels wings, and her
love appears as fresh and untading amid
the sorrows Of adversely, as the ever.
green wreath that encircles the brow Of
old winter. Her tenderness is too tough
to be destroyed by whatever chance. for-
tune or time may bring; as tough as
tripe. and twice As common.
My hearers how loving ia woman
Aye, she is amazingly sticky in her at.
tachmcnts. She will cling to the cho
sen object of her heart like a rossum To
a gum tree. and You can't separate he,
without swapping strings that no art car
mend. and leaving portion of her Sou
upon the upper leather of her affections
She will sometimes see something 10 love
where Others can discover nothirg to ad-
mi'e; and when her fondness is once
fastened on a fellow, it sticks like glue
and molasses in bushy head of hair.
My hearers how child-llke is woman
A playthin herself, she is fond Of ever
plaything in the worlds great toy shop.
Her home is the realm Of fancy--her ex,
is,ence is very ideal realily-her very
miserics are mingled with pleasing 70.
mance-her present is always bright,
and her future still brighter. Would
that were woman. 70 be pleased witt
every posy that pops its head above the
weeds of wicked world, and have nc
horns to modest me. whilst gathering thu
wild flowers of imagination. Child like
woman is very happy. Tickled with 6
straw Of Aattery. delighted with every
rainbow tinted bubble that flows upor
The wave of time-as an'ic as young
coon is by moonlight. and as a cricket
she dances in the sunlight of joy. anc
seems to use every endeavor to COAX VI
male. moody mortals into brighter AND
happier paths. So mote it be.
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