The weekly ledger., 1857-05-16
Something that Loves Us.

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need Think what heaven earth could be,
if love was the law of nations No public
fights nor private squabbles no diSsmulation,
no backbiting, no unhappiness at home or
abroad Something to love me y cries out
the human soul, no matter how high or low
its station If it finds no responsive heart
no kindred thought, it will cling to baSer and
more perishabe things 1t will twine itself
about honor or ambition; it will flsten on its
attributes, and fatten upon its own fralties,
until it is degraded from an upwright image
into glowing worm 1t will cherish gold
and COLDS power, and learn to love even the
motheaten chest and rust-stained coffee that
treasures up its hearts riches.
Something to love me !" is the worlds
great cry 1t is better to have a dog to
fawn upon and caress one, than to come
home to great silent house, where the dead
faces of dead ancestors look dawn from the
cold walls, and the groups in the living land
scape out doors chill your heart by their
strong contrast with your own cheerlessness
We have always marvelled when we have
seen man or a woman deploring their lone
illness, especially if they have the means of
tightening their lot. There are plenty of
poor children, deserted, or left, by the stern
behest of death, to the merces of merc-
less worlc ready to be loved. Go after them
lovely women-ye whose hearts are not brigh-
tened by the roses and glee, the smiles, aye
and even the tears of children Go bring
them to your homes; let them nestle on your
bosom, and see how beautiful it is to be
loved And nothing loves so purely, so truly
so tenderly, as helpless infancy. Ambition
may deaden other loves, and the thronS Of
the worlds pleasures choke them; but the
love of little childron is an up-springing WELL
always bubling freshly, Whitley, and sponta-
neously, over the rock or the Hover. 1t
matters not where they are placed, they
must love.
Sometimes women are laughed at, because
they pet lap-dogs, or cherish pussy-cats At
moment, pair of intelligent, dark eyes, so
full of expression that they almost speak, are
lifted towards us. Two silkeu ears droop ell
ther side, white feecy locks curl from tip to
tail, four little feet, with soft wool stockings.
60 pat-a-pat. Who can help loving our little
dog, Wiley? We could not blame any lady
friend for an attachment, innocent as this:
for WHY'S wild wecome-so joyous, SO full
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heart towards him.
Something to love us lit is heavens grea-
test boon. No one is so utterly destitute Of
attraction that something or somebody does
not make home in the heart.
Yesterday, we saw coarse, ungainly wo-
man, from whose looked sad sorrow, and
whose brogue told of har Eden birthplace
And what. think you, this woman, suffering
from poverty and sometimes from abuse, had
to love herr Two of the sweetest twn-babes
that mortal eyes ever rested upon, with
cheeks like peach-bloom, eyes blue as heav-
en-, and hair like bleached flax. No lady OF
the land, surrounded by luxury, ever felt the
press of soft arms.
Something to love lit is the worlds great
want; and heaven, when our hearts are at
tuned to Gods holy will, gives us love sufii-
cient for all our need.-Ciire Branch.