Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1853-01-13

gained The victory and are sleeping in their
graves. Never more shall all gather around
/ the Fire on the Hearth. But the fires light
ed a, that hearth upon the alars Of the heart
are burning slil-and shall ever burn. For
there lessons Of vitue were taught, affec-
tons formed, and principles incnlca,ed that
make up our all of life. Blessings on thee
thou ruddy. JOYOUS Fire on the Hearth, that
hast given us ibis vision Of the past.
THE MARRIAGE ALTAR.-Judge Charl-
ton, in a recent eloquent address before the
Young News Library Association, at Angus
ia, Georgia, thus sketches the marriage
scene:
death let me sketch for you brief, but
bright scene Of beautiful life. lis the mar-
rage altar A lovely female, clothed in all
the freshness OF youth and surprising beau
ty leans upon the arm Of him, to whom she
has Just given up herself forever. Look In
her eyes, ye gloomy philosophers, and tell
me, if YOU dare, that there is no happiness
on earth. See the trusting, the heroic de-
volion which impels her to leave country,
parents, for comparative stranger. She has
launched her fral bark upon wide and
piness and doom for this world, to ano,her's
keeping but she bas done it fearlcssly, for
love whispers TO her that her chosen guar
dian and protector bears a manly and no.
BILE heart. Oh, woe to him lha! lorge!s his
oath end his manhood
Her dark wing shall the raven flap,
O'er the false hearted,
His warm blood the wolf shall lap,
Ere life be parted.
Shame and dishonor sit,
On his grave ever;
Blessing shall hallow it,
Never! Oh, never?
We have all read the story Of the husband
her who had but few months before, uni
ted her fate to his, "ll you are not satisfied
with my conduct, 60, return to your ffiends
and to your happiness.'' "And will yon
give me back tina, which brought to you?"
asked the despairing wife. "Yes," he re-
piled, TALL your wealth shall go with you !;
| covet il not" ''Aias - she answered, 81
thought no, of my wealth. spoke-of my
devoted love; can you give these back TO
me ?" - said the man, as he flung
himself et her feet. "No! cannot restore
these, but will DO more will kaae lAana
unsuiied and unlaln,ed 81 will cherish
them through my life, and in my death and
never again will | forget lha. have sworn
to protect, and cherish her, who gave up TO
ME all she held most deaI.'
Did not tell you there was poetry in a
| woman's look-a woman's world 4? See II
here The mild, the gentle reproof of love,
winning back from lis harshness, and rude
ness, the stern and uuyieIdng temper of an
angry man. All, if crea,iou's faifer sex on
| Iy knew their strongest weapons, how many
Of wedlock's fercest battles would be un-
fought; how much of unhsppiness and cold
ness would be avoided!
The DEATH OF LovE-Much of the
quauels and hatred which arise between
married people comes in my mind, from the
husbands rage and revolt a, discovering that
his slave and bed(elow, who is TO minister
TO all his wishes and is churchsw worn 10
honor and obey him, is his superior; and
that he, and not she, ought 10 be the sub
ordinate of The twain. How many men and
wives come 10 this knowledge, think you :
And if i, be painful to woman to fad her
self mated for life to boor, and ordered to
love and honor dulIard, il is worse still
for the man himself, perhaps, whenever in
his dim comprehension The idea dawns that
his slave and drudge yonder is in truth hi:
superior; and The woman who does his bid
ding and submits 10 his humour should DC
! h tbat ho ~ n
things beyond his muddled brains, and tha
in yonder head, on The pillow beside him
lie thousand feelings, mysteries of thoughts
latent scorns and rebellions, whereof he on
" dimly perceIves the existence as they
look out furlively from her eyes-,reasures
of love doomed 10 perish without hand It
gather them, sweet fancles and images oI
beauty that would grow and unfold them
selves into flow, bright wi! that would shine
like diamonds, could it be brought into III,
sun and The lyrant in possession brnshe:
the outbreak Of all these, drives then
back like slaves into the dungeon and dark
ness, and chafes without lha, his prisone
is rebellious and his sworn subject undutl
lul and refractory Ihackery's "Esmond.'
VERY PRETrY-There are friends 70
the old mald-lhe universal aunt! Chill
dren love her, and kittens come and lie il
the fire-shrine st her feet, and purr. Their
are pleasant homes where her presence j
welcome, aud by and by. some poor sou
she has comlorted will put flower on he
grave. But for the old bachelor, heave
; help him, for man cares not for him.-Uarl
ford Excelsior.
Persons whoare always innocenlly cheer