The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1856-12-17

OF any true affection. but twas nipt
With care, that, like the caterpillar eats
The leaves of the springs sweetest book,
the rose" MIDDLETON.
1t is a common practice with those who
have outived the susceptibility of early
feeling. or have been brought M in the
gay heartlesstr>s fds>ipated life, TO laugh
a all love ST ries, and to treat the tales
of romantic passion a> mere fiction of nov
eliSls and poets. Ny observation ron hu-
man nature have inriuced me to think 9th
erwise. They have convinced me thar
however the surface Of character NAV lie
chilled and frozen hy the cares of the
world or cultivated into mere smiles bv
the arts Of society, still they are dormant
fires lurking in the depths of the coolest
impetuous. and are sometimes desolating
in their effects. Indeed, am Il true he
lever in the blind deity, and go to the full
extent of his doctrines Shall | confess
i'll believe in broken hearts and the
possibility of dying of disappointed love.
/ do not, however, consider the malady Of
ten fatal to my own sex; but firmly be-
lieve that it wi,hers down many q lovely
woman into an early grave.
Man is the creature Of interest and
ambition His nature leads him forth into
the struggle and hustle of the world
Love is but the embelishment of his early
life, or a song piped in the intervals of
the act. He seeks for fame, for fortune.
for space in the worlds thought, and do
mutation over his fellow-men. But wo-
mans whole life is the history oflhe affec-
tons The heart is the world; il is there
her avarice seeks for hidden treasures.
She sends forth her sympaihies on adven-
tnre; she embarks her whole soul in the
traffic Of affection, and if shp-wricked, her
case is hopeless it is Il BANKRUPTCY of
the heart.
To man, the disappointment of love
may occasion some bitter pangs; it wounds
some feelings of tenderness: it blasts some
prospects of felicity; but he is an active
being; he may dissipate his thoughts in
the whirl Of varied occupation, or plunge
into, the tide of pleasure; or if the
scene of disappointment be too full of pain
fnl associations, he can shift his abode at
will, and taking as it were the wings oil
the morning, can fly to the utmost parts
of the earth and he at rest
But woman's is comparatively a fixed
secluded, and meditative life She is
more the companion of her own thoughts
and feelings:- if they are turned tc
ministers of sorrow, where shall she
look for consolation? Her lot is to he
wooed ana won: and ifumhappy in herIOvc
her heart is like some fortress, that ha.
been captured and sacked. and abandoned
and left desoate
How many bright eyes grow dim, how
many soft cheeks grow pale; how man,
lovely forms fade away into the tomb. an'
none can tell the cause that blighted thr
llovelineSs! AS the dove will clap il
wings to its sides. and cover and concea
the arrow that is proving on its vitals, S.
1T is the nature of woman to hide from
the pangs of wounded afftcti n. TIL
love of IL delicate maiden is shy and silent
Even when fortunate she scarcely breath i
10 herself; but when otherwise. she burie
1t III the deep receSsessof her bosom, ant
there lets it cover and brood among tn
frtins of her peace With her the d csir
Of her heart has failed The great charl
of existence is at an end She snegect
all the cheerful exercises which gladde
the spirits, quicken the pulses, and sem
the tide of life in healtlful currents throug