The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1855-03-28
n U NJ B E Z I
Fran the Home Journal.
What the Doctor has to Say.
WHAT HE THINKS OF WOMEN.
THE WIFE.

t'N'N a Sbail Ut scIt
Finds mark the archer little meant
There's many word at random spoken;
JIay soothe or wound heart that's broken
Many is the jest the Young man is sub.
J"ct to who does "a wooing go," and
sometimes even does he speak lightly of
the riviting process of the heart which is
to make him whole: but it is better to
triile with the lightning, or , magazine
Of gunpowder. than to WOO termsgant
or faithess one.
To be mistaken in the one we choose,
once for all, TO go with lis in the journey
of Iife-to take to the heart fair one,
and find we have wed charmer that
sought us as prey-is 20 ie regarded
the direst calamity that can befi,I hu-
man leing.
Human nature is like landscape, pleas
ant to look ;pon only in a certain light;
and married life is like u picture fair and
beautiful, but with an ugly, unpainted
back, that is sometimes turned to view.
The world is not all made up of love
hope, and happiness: reither is married
life all honeymoon; and it is better to
be true to nature, like painting picture,
than to depart too much from it for the
sake of effect.
The wife in the truest sense is but the
part of man. Each, separate, is but a
fragment of existence between which there
is a strong affinity and when united, they
form whole. In chemistry we often
see the combination Of ultimate clements
forming body of great strength; but let
adverse influence be brought to bear, and
it crumbles into dust. The tree, springs
up from the union of individual particles;
and the winds strip it, and it totters and
falls, to moulder again into earth. So
man existence have been once united, the
affinity between them becomes weakened
and they repel each other, and separate;
then, like the tree, they NAY endure for
while the blast, but sooner or later, the
heart will die out, hope will cease to find
nutrment, and vanish and desolation
will mark the spot where they once exis-
ted
How few Of those who are united in
wcdlock ever enjoy the full measure of
happiness that is rneted out for their ac-
ccptance. The affections spring up in
gooG s'il, but they are not properly cult
vated-where the soil is deepest, tar.s
grow most speedily. The young wife is a
tender plant, and needs the fostering care
OF every Gay devotion. This is at her
command. No one is more sure of their
reward, than the truly affectionate wife.
The husband cannot always be the lover
by profession he may be at heart--but
he has something else to do. How ma
ny young wife mistakes this for indlffer-
ence, and thus opens her heart to the de-
coying words Of the artful tongue. and
finally medilates--ihoughtless Of the con-
sequences-that il, perhaps, she had chos-
en- differently, it would have been better.
When one such thought as this has en-
tered the heart, love, hope and happiness
flee, and distrust, indifference or jealousy,
take their places; the genial glow Of af-
fection's flame is qutnched, and the fire.
side grows cold and cherries. itis hard
TO rekindle the fire that has once gone
out upon the hcarth-stone Of affection
the flame that is fed only by fuel from
loving hearts-when these have grown
cold and forbidding. Better, indeed,
would it have been that they had never
met. Who does not say that the "pre
venlive is easier than the cure n But
who shall point it out2 1t is the work
alone of the heart; and the two hearts
concerned must work out, unaided. the
problem Of happiness or misery. The
seeds Of sorrow may be sown with q light
heart, but the harvest must be sssped in
bitter tears.
Show me the wife that is blind to her
husbani's faults, and viii show you
happy woman; and man who lls less
to answer for, than were even the irah
believed.
If Ruth could say TO her husbands
mother, "Whither thou goest will 90 |,
aud where thou lodgest win lodge Thy
people shali be my people, and thy Goa
my God where thou diesi, win ] aieapa
there win ] buried : the Lord do 40 to me.
and more also, q sughs bat dszsh psrs