Nashville patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1858-1860, 1858-04-20
IttrIeIoxe words.
nv MRS. = VIRGINIA FRENCH.

''Dafllngl there Is no light IN tne mouse
when you are i'll 20 and the aching head OF the
young wife was drawn tenderly to her nus
bands bosom while with the gentle touch of
loves true magnetism he smoOthed back from
her throbbing temples the disheyeled waves of
soft brown hair. She raised her head for
moment, pressed grateful kiss upon the
broad white brow, which to her, was always so
beautiful, and nesting down beneath loving
arm, blest and peaceful as the dove in her
downy nest, the bright head dropped little,
the rounded limbs relaxed. and she sank away
into a sweet and balmy slumber
Those little love-words how they fell like
droops of honied nepenthe on her aching
senses and though they were the moan of
heart whose best light was the glance of hef
blue eye, yet they swept over her heart-strings,
thrilling every chord to sweetest music. AL
ready had they stilled one half her suffering
and though the quick pain-throb still beat in
her blue veined temples, it had no power to
drown the sweet strong voice of her soul,
which went singing through the beautiful gate
of dreams" fond, faithful and true !-.fond,
faithful and true j.! u
Does the wording say with his wellbred
sneer-''an episode of the honeymoon" Not
so. Years, ''many-braided years " had rolled
away since they stood before Gods holy altar,
and plighted their solemn vows. When love
came to their lives, it was like young spring
verdure bursting brightly through dark brown
Duu- yet WAS III not Il paSSlOn-ilOWer spring
ing into gorgeous beauty, and fading away
with the summer-but like the hardy and vi
gorous oak it struck its roots deep. and deep
En- into the rich soil and threw forth its strong.
out-spreading branches, alike to sunshine and
to storm. 1t is not to be supposed that either
was perfect, or even that either deem. the
other so, pcrhaps-yet they knew that they had
loved worthily and together they felt their
souls rich to enjoy life's blessings, and strong
to take up its burdens. If there was one of
the 81 commandm ns' which they sought earn
estly to obey, it was that NEW commandment"
Of the Savior, Love one another" No dis
cord mingled in their soft home music, no ach-
ing brow was ever denied the caress of cool
and pleasant fingers, no disappointed spirit
ever passed unsoothed by the harmonies of
happiness, no grieved heart ever craved in
vain the holy ministratons of love.
Oh? we whom God has joined together
We who ''love one another" We who tread life's
journey together, be not chary of the lille lore
acordS! Bethnk thee, gentle lady, of the noble
heart that loves thee, and that for thy sake
wages war with the world. Is it ever weary
with the strife? Does it ever droOp beneath
the long days toll? THINE is the heart which
best should know. Ask and see if it be so.
Then love him, and cheer him with that love.
Assure him that in everything be does, your
heart is with him, and believe me- he will
not often do wrong. Let the little love-wOrds
flock out, like bees, hOney-laden. but stineless,
and go searching deep in his hearts garden
for blOssOms-be sure that they will find some,
even though they may be but few. Iou may
think him cold, and say he does not need such
mnistTatiOns-nOt sO,-1re all need them. To
the wOrld-tO you even, if yours is not SYM
pathetic nature. he may wear the outward SEM
blance Of sternness, but approach, look near
Cr, look deeper into those impassive eyes, and
you will see the beggared and desOlate express
sinn fl,a h1t ,fa for L. inn Il
which your love alone can satisfy. Do not
deny 1t. but give it freely. joyfully, and bless
God for the power of comforting great a
happiness. Tell your husband that you love
him. Do not send him out to stare life in the
face, to meet its mOckery and endure its frOwn,
without those sweet whispers from your heart,
which shall ever rise Ike the harpings of an
gels, over the din of the world, singing ever
in his ear the pleasant chorus "F6nd, taiLtfuL,
and true fond, tgittftd. and true ~
And you, proud man, think not that love
and the expression Of it, is less your duty.
The gentle heart which you have won, and
which you have sworn '.to love. to cherish
until death do us part" will Arrays need
your kindly care. Do not allow her to
take your affection matter of course
This cannot satisfy loving wOman's heart
Praise her, encourage her. confde in her,
tell her again and again that she is dear to |
you, the very eight of your heart and !
house. All life has its sorrow and suffering, |
but she will gather from few low, honied |
words of yours, nectar sufficient to sweeten |
many bitter cup, and so drink the worm |
wood unmurmuring. You may have lived |
her 8 companion" for years, and yet never |
discovered the full riches of her heart Il
lore yo" is the open sesame to its treasure Seek
to understand her. Strive to look into the |
depths of her nature Listen if the glad |
tones of her voice are lowered and broken |
since she became your wife; watch if the |
blush-rose is paler On her cheek than before |
she was a bride. If so all is not well. She
may seem to you cheerful and unrepining, |
while her sOule wears she sackcloth of desola-
ton. and her weary spirit taints under the
- heat and burden of the day" The sweet,
accomplishing lips may greet you with
smile, but light in her eye is only "a tear,
which she turns quickly aside to dash away;
alone, they rain over the white and suffer
ing face, in your presence they are with "A mar
tyr like effort forced back upon her heart.
Oh! then be not so spariEg of the little love
words! When you leave her. let it be with
whole summers sunshine garnered in your
smile, and when you come again bring not in
your cold, Indifferent eyes that dreariness of
dcsOlation which starcs out from the leaden
sky of winter upon the destitute, the home
less. When she fees to you like the weary
bird, which folds its wing in some stately
dust of the desert in the cool refreshing toun-
let her slumber there awhile in the
shadow of your love, while the spice-wiuds
from the foliage, and your hearts fountain
sings cheerily its happy song: d" Fond, faith
u and true! toHd, fHttftI and true!'
Do you ever look forward to the going out
of the sweet light of your house? Does
FEAR the dread dweler on the threshold
oiLovE, sit beside you through the dark hours,
and follow your every motion with its lurid,
haunting eyes! Do you shuddtr at the
thought how soon the blessed :" light of your
home may pass away from your hear,hstone
forever-the soft eyes closed, the gentle hand
the warm heart pulseless; the little
form white and rigid and soon to be hidden
away from you, under the snow, and the
grave dark. OH then Heuer he cbary of the
little love-werds-but let your loved ones
pass into the golden gates of the Celestial
City, still singing in their hour of glory and
triumph, " Fond, faithful and true! fond, .faiti-
'uI and true l-Aurora.