New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1856-05-05

Good deeds will leave sunny memories in the hearts
of any who do them; acts of kindness will haunt the
footsteps, and return to and nger around the hearts
of maid wife, or widowwill lirger as the rose scent
in the vase, years after the donor has forgotten the
simple deed. The measure We ,mete shall be meas
ured unto us again. and we have dealt by the aged,
we shall find some one to do by us in love of need;
if we have soothed and soaced we will not be suffered
to tread the rugged decline of LIES steep hill without
an attending hand to guide our tottering steps and
tend with love our increasing wants.
| have never for a moment thought there could
| not be happiness In wedlocli; but run the world
through with me, and for every happy, contented
couple you point me out, l will show you hundreds
who oathe the tie and detest the etters which strug
gled against but eat the deeper in.
Wien folk are very aptto scold and hate"
There can be no happiness in. warrington, at
best, but titful geanls which, like waning flame in
the dying lamp, but seems to make surrounding dark
ness more drear. Unless people enter it with more
thought than nineteen twsntieths do, who are daily
making themselves miserable. Those who build
dreamy castles, all g1ittering; Who oungng in list
less expectancy paint in Aproras tits the mar
rage state, and think to realize all as they paint it,
will mayhap find that the colors dim and tarnish with
every day use; that toadstools and weeds spring up
where, at distance, they depicted flowers. AL
young boys and girls paint to themselves life in
which care has no entrance--a paradise, which far
outglows the famed Eden Mother Eve lost u.s. and
learn alas their dreams are but fragile glass brightly
tinged, tits true, but not the firm diamond that re-
sists all blows There is something very pretty and
yet very sad, in the Chateuar dESpagne which
youth rears pretty becauee their tints are glorious
their structure incompatible, and very sad because
they are never realized Life comes upon US with its
stern realities, and we first weep Ger our blighted
hopes and then learnto laugh at their folly. When
boys and girls are in the stage romantic-througll
which all pass once in our liTes-the principle d.
agnostic of their disease is their full belief in Love
and all his rosy huesand they paint bowers all DER
hanging with fragrant flowers, wherein they will
dwell with the adored idol of their thoughts, or
cottage orraee which would no doubt, be very de-
lightfu did not serpents linger near the one, and
chimneys always smoke in the other. Nectar and
honey gathered by the bee is to be their food, and
they give small thought to the details and necessaries
Of life. Their home is to be oasis in LIES desert
wherein they will ceaseessy dwell The dull sands of
the desert will annoy the but alas alas they soon
find it is needful for all to the trackless waste
The onlnpotent camel ycept Love, has fled their rein
and each little grain of sand will penetrate tease
worry and annoy-and thus come the little cares of
life. They will ntrude their saucy heads-shut them
out as we may-and we find Love, though hema
enable us to bear much, needs assistance from COM
mon sense.
Parental, flia and fraernal love- no one can deny
yet these do not keep sorrow from path and oft
times deepest grefs spring from these very sources
The stranger will sometimes extend the hand denied
by near relatives, will weep over our sorrows when
friends look on with cold Indifference Were your
new correspondent to see as have SEEM old maids,
who have hung the sick couch even of the stran.
ger, wiped the death damp from the pallid brow,
soothed the sorroWstricken, and reared the ORPHAN
to take their place with honor among men she would
not have thought matrimony essential to open the
wellsprings of Woman's heart. Unfortunately,
| matrimony too often chokes and clogs her kindly
sympathes then, they have many to toll for, other
heads to house, other mouths to feed "ts them who
wrinkle in youth, who bow meath premature care"
Absorbed in their own, they lose the open and ex-
pansve heart-hatis filed with love for a-partali-
ty makes them unjust. We naturally look for
affection from relatives; we expect in the hour of
death for dear ones to close eyes, and yet have
not mothers shrunk from their dying babes, and left
strangers to catch the last gasp from their little lips?
Have not sisters deserted their brothers in the last
mighty struggle with the Conqueror of ALL and left
to strangers the dear task of cheering with words of
sweet hope, their little bark onward DER the turbid
waters of death?
There is no woman an old maid from necessity.
That woman was never born, who could not have
married, were marriage alone her aim. But there
are some sensible women, who do not think the end
and sole aim of life is husband, and they not meet
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happy and who could render life pleasant passage
to them, think it best not to risk making two if not
more miserable. How many are there, think YOU,
who feel in their hearts that they are married not
mated; who know that had they reflected, had thew
waited until romance ceased to gid their airy dreams
of the future with her fading hues that they would
be far happier than they now are d
do not, unfortunately for myself, think nv lot
will be any exception to the general one and can
only say if enter with Cousin Hal, upon that rather
doubtful Tin my mind) state, go with my eyes open
to all contingencies, and must only strive to do my
duty and help him to do his; therein will lie the
secret of my welded bliss, if find it. And did all
upon the Threshold OF Hymens temple pause and |
consider whether they are willing SO to do then we
would have fewer unhappy marriages, fewer divorces,
fewer broken up families scattered to the four winds
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sense, and not quite so much romance and folly cu
tivated in the craninms of our youths and maidens
there would be more domestic happiness and less
sorrow on earth. Did our }maidens wander less in
dreams land walk more in the sober paths of reality
we would have much less folly than our unhappy /
world is now cursed with. -3.--..- /
And greatly fear me, Kate 1ngleby may find her
/" howery chain Of imatrimony'' well studded; with |
sharp thorns, which will deeply pierce the unwary
fingers that press them. She may well say life has
its cares, and if she ever lives to make the trial, may
perchance find matrimonial life counts its cares by