Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1856-11-13

for you, and do not desert her now, when
her cheek has faded, her step has lost its
elasticity, and she sits an uncomplaining
watcher over your best interests, self-in-
carcerated prisoner in her own home.
Merrily the music sounds, young feet trip
lightly in the mazy dance, and joyous laugh
ter rings along the walls-but she is not
there; the curtain rises and the far-famed
artistic comes forth to charm the listening
crowd with her melodious song-but she is
not there. The orator arises before his wrapt
audience, his rich deep tones of eloquence
floating away along the crowded passages,
and curling upward as voiced incense
to the vaulted roof; but she is not there
Art opens her new stores and displays her
wonderful creations on the glowing canvass,
and in the speaking bust; your wife is lov
er of the chaste and beautiful, but she is not
there; literature presents new leaves, fresh
from the fascinating pen of genius--the rife
and mother has but little time to read.
No; there she fingers at home, God
commissioned watcher over helpless child
hood singing the babe to sleep, bending to
catch the lisping voices of those dear ones
who have thousand imaginary wants, en-
couragng the quiet and soothing the fretful
She is weary, but does not complain, her
temples throb, but she heeds not their throb-
bing, as ever and anon she turns O wishful
glance towards the door, for she expects her
husband.
She expects you and her whole world of
happiness will be there when you arrive.
Will you enter that room with cold indif-
ference? Will you utter hasty word in her
presence? Will you sit down with that
frown upon your countenance, or complain
of the burdens which .you are called to bear?
Will you thoughtlessly remind her of her
faded beauty, or manifest surprise at her ig-
norance of many things now passing in the
great world from which she has been exclu-
dcd by her peculiar duties? Will you suf-
fer the recollection of any face more youth
full, Or more beautiful, to haunt you in home s
hallowed precincts, or cross the white leaf Of
conjugal fidelity with one unhallowcd
thought? Oh! remember your early love,
your early promises; think how faithfully
she has kept hers; love her as you ought,
and she is still beautiful-beautiful in her
pure, motherly affections, her self sacrificing
devotion to you. Realize that she is all
your oUn that throughout the wide world
you are sure of but one heart, whose every
chord is linked invisibly to counterpart in
yours realize that upon her bosom alone you
may weep out your sorrows in the day Of
t''al, without the fear of being Knocked.
Husband, love your wife Gather her to
your heart of hearts, as if in her were all
your hopes of happiness combined bless hel
daily for her patience and truth stand up
like man between her and the rude cold
word, and teach your children to honor her,
that God may honor you. In all the rela'
tions of life there comes parting hour; and
We beseech you so to live that, if it should
be your lot to kiss her elay-cold lips and lay
her away in the grave forever, you may lay
your hand honestly upon your widowed
hearl and say nercr urongc1 you!--
Olire Branch.