Mountain Democrat., 1857-04-04
Something that Loves Us.

We all want love; It is the worlds
great need. Think what heaven earth
would be, iflove was the law of nations
No public fights or private squabblcs; no
dissimulation, no backbiting, no unhap-
piness ut home or abroad. Something
to love me |" cries out the human soul, no
matter how high or low its station. lfit
finds NO. responsive no kindred
thought, it will cling to bascr and more
perishablc things. It will twine itself
about honor or ambition; it will fasten on
its own attributes, and fattcn upon its own
frailties, until it is degraded from an up
right image into growing worm. 1t
will cherish gold and COLDS power, and
learn to lovc even the mothcaten chest
and rust.staincd Golfer that treasure up its
hearts best riches.
Something to love me !" is the worlds
great cry. It is better to have dog to
fawn upon and carcss one, than to come
home to great silent house, where the
dead faces Of dead ancestors look down
from the cold walls, and the groups in the
living landscape out doors chill your heart
by their strong contrast with your own
chccrlcssncss.
We have always marvellcd when we
have seen a man or woman dcploring
their loneliness, especially il they have the
means Of tightening their lot. There are
plenty of poor children, deserted, or left,
by the stern bchest of death, to the mer-
cies Of merciless world, ready to be low
ed. Go after them, lonely women--yc
whose shearts arc not frightened by the
roses and glcc, the smiles, aye, and even
the tears Of children. Go, bring them to
your homes let them nestle on your bo-
som, and see how beautiful it is to be low
cd. And nothing loves so purely, so tru-
ly, so tenderly, as helpless infancy. Am
bitiOn may dcaden other loves, and the
thorns Of the worlds pleasures choke
them but the love of little children is an
up-springing well, always bubbling fresh
ly, Whitley, and spontaneously, over the
rock or the flower. 1t matters not where
they are placed, they must love.
Sometimes women are laughed at be-
cause they pet ap.dOgs, or cherish pus-
sy-cats. At this moment, pair of intel
ligent, dark eyes, SO full of expression
that they almost speak, arc lifted towards
U.s. 1WV 6uACu SdIS utOOp cILhcI SlUc,
white heecy locks curl from tip to tail,
four little feet, with soft wool stockings,
go pat-a-pat Who can help loving our
little dog, WilleyI We could not blame
any lady friend for an attachment, inno-
cent e this: for WHY'S wild welcome
80 joyous, SO full of puppy-plcasure-
might warm the coolest heart towards
him.
Something to love us!--it is heavens
greatest boon. No one is so utterly dcs-
titute of attraction that something or
somebody does not make home in the
heart.
Yesterday, we saw = course, ungainly
woman, from whose hcclOOked sad sOr-
row, and whose brogue told other Eden
birth-placA And what, think you, this
woman. 6u9eEing rom poverty and dsOme-
times iron abasa, had % love her Two
Of the sweetest tWin-bAbes that mOftaI
eyes ever rested upon, with cheeks like
peach bloom, eysS blue - heaven, and
hair ike bleached fax. No lady Of the
land, surrounded BY luxury, ever felt the
press az more beautiful lips, the twining
Of softer arms. -----.-
SomstAing to love lit is the worlds
great want; and heaven, when our hearts
Srs aatuned to Gods holy will, gives us
love sufficient for al our need.-OLsre
BreMeA