Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1857-12-02
THE UOuUu1EE.
Yours, in L. P. & F.
r T,

The Coquette is cold-blooded anoma-
ly of nature, that plays prominent tho
ionominious part on the broad arena which
these mundane shores present. Malice,
envy, vanity, and pomposity wrankle in
her bosom stronger than the fires that
elowed and famed in the breast of that
monster Cerbefus the frightful guard of
Pluto's sphere. She lives but to hurl at the
heart of men her darts of deception, which
are stronger than the thunderbolts Of
Olympian Joye. Her shafts Of destruction
come in silence, yet they make wound
deeper and more painful than if they had
been made with all the stormy, tempestu-
Gus noise of seven-fold thunder.
In face she is an angel; in appearance
a saint in symetrical proportions Venus;
in the words, the would-be Goddess of Truth,
vet at heart she is deceiver, man-killer
with less feeling than the biackest demon
that dwells among the Internal shades.-
She is lady in the parlor, yet hyena
in the closet or adevil in the kitchen. She
whom the omniscient, omnipresent Jehovah
above intended to shine forth as a corusca-
tino star in the Heaven decked canopy Of
the sky. to shed rays of radiance and lustre
on the vale of tears, is nothing but mis-
creant to all that is noble and good. Sht
who might have been an Angel of consola
ton. binding up broken hearts and pouring
the oil of comfort and the balm of solac'
into weltering wounds, passes life, murder
ino the tender heart of man with the dag
ger of Coquetry, with as much noncha
lance as the midnight assassin replunge
his wreaking weapon in the bosom of hi
victim. She who night have filled the check
cred pilgrimage of life with roses and vic
lets. bestrews it with curses and thorns-
she who might have made life garden
sunshine and flowers, makes it tempest
lightning and thunder. Oh, unteehne
fendish Coquette, do you not shrink bac
in horror when you remember your crimes.
Do YOU have no conjunction Of conscienc
Do YOU feel no rem, 5 when you remen
Der the youths WHO happiness you haV
blighted-whose lives you have destroye
whose bodies you have sent to drunkard
graves-whose souls you have hurled
the hell-doomed regions of Eternity 81
little Coquette, can you think OF the
THINGS and feel no remorse-shed no tea
; The practical firt meets youth who b
q never known sorrow; who has never +
( pang. She thrills his ears with fiatteri att
: words-she fascinates his eyes with
. gorgeous beauty-uses her smiles, her tea
; her 9sighs to entrap his heart-he falls
~ willing. blinded victim-he kneels at
: feet and pours forth his eloquent, burni
: tale of Love. She in return falls weepi
= upon his breast and vows in the preseI
= Of earth and Heaven that she will ever k
a and wed him. Oh how exstatic is his bl
: how heavenly his feelings! !! But al
o. It's all a delusive dream ;-"all one that
- - should love bright particular star ;
= !, think to wed it." A few months pass
a ~ she loves or weds another. Oh how DIRE
"A "A ful is the blow 1t falls like the bolt
90 90 death. First he seeks comfort in the
aar briating bowl; but soon finds himself d,
vas m er than ever in the quagmire of miser,
Ze- Gloomy and melancholy forebodings c
-. booming Ger the ocean of memory
laFuries" of perditien gather in hid