The Winchester home journal. [volume] (Winchester, Tenn.) 1857-1858, 1858-07-29
THE F0OLIsHNEsS OF LOVES
WAYS,

love with one woman IL family, II =
astonishing how ionl he becomes OF ev
ev person ConnecleI wnhii, be eve,
ingrslia,es himself with the malls; he is
bland with tina butler; he interests h'm
self with the loomnn; he runs on errands
for The daughters; he gives advice ana
lends money 10 The young son Ut college,
he pats iuIe dogs which he would h. X
otherwise; he smiles nj OF! stories which
wonI make HIM break out in yawns were
they uttered by any one but papo; no
bears even with the cantAokerous OIL
maiden aunl; he beats time when darling
little Fanny performs her piece on the pj'
ano, and smiles when wicked, lively IT,.
tie Bobby upse's the coffee over hjs
shirt"
Thotis what Thoc kcray says-buts sup.
pose The loved one tells him that he has
no place in her affections, and that he
never can come it. What change then
comes over the spirit Of bis dream
Woe, then, unto "darljng Little Fanny
and lively little Bobby, if they should
come in his way He then wonders how
parents can suffer children to be so disa.
greesoIo in company. He wants to. slap
Fanny and spank Bobby, He tells ,when
he was boy, how children were brought
up, and draws an awful contrast. He
sends the lilllo dogs pircuettins and
calls papa superannuatel old block
head. The old maid he regards as use.
less piece OF decayed furniture, which
should be safely de posted in the garrett
and finally he wonders how he ever made
such fool Of himself as to place his
a(fec tons in such a market. He sees
nothing interesting in those blue or black
eyes which once so violently entranced
him-lhinks they look rather insi pid--is
certain she isnot smart has no decision OF
character wha,ever-would never make
a man happy-is inclined to think she is
not amiabIe--entirely too free nnd easy
in her manners-tries 10 be coquette,
but has not gumption enough 10 come it,
and makes perfect bo,ch Of the bust.
ness--is positively certain she could new.
er tell whether she is in love or not
knows that she is fond Of narrstng her
conquests-heard several good judges say
she was vain, frivolous and fooish-is
certain she will take offer her old mai.
den aunt, and be as cross grained as old
Nick, or that she will take after Ter
mother, and 20 slovcnly and slip shod-
since he has come to think Of it, believes
she is pigeontoed, has beef ankles beyond
o doubl--perfectly ungracelul in her car.
riage-s either as slim as a fence,ral,
or she has the graceful proportion of a
demij ohn-heard her cousin John init.
mate that she was ways quarrelling with
sisters, and scratched little Tommy's
ACE into perfect bls,crs. In fine, would
not be surprised if she did not take after
'ome old Uncle and run mad. Well. it
$ great relief to the feelings to indulge
n such medita,ions, after one has had all
MS hopes shipwrecked. As Simon Suggs
'ays, we have been all along there our.
self, and know what it is 10 asonize, but
we never place ourselI with the "sour
grape" family. We always throw around
Us the mantle of philosophy, and like
Jacob Faithful. think there will be bet.
er luck next time. or with Michael Mi.
auber, wait patiently for better "lurn
Ip."
But you may say what you please, this
hing Of love is powerful awakener.-
t is the paradise OF infancy, tho tower
+ defence 10 youth, the retreat for man.
God and The refuge for old age. Oh.
What associations and recolleclions c'us.
sr around it. E'joyments are tasted
those relish never dies from the memory.
is early influence has kindled anew the
anne OF virtue, almost smolhered
enea,h heavy mass Of folIies and crime.
he vision Of the loved one has come up.
n the soul Of him who was dying in
,rqign land, and made him feel that he
'ouId die Willingly ir bo could take one
last lingering look, and feel tho sacred
brill Of that holy emotion which once
let the pressure Of his lips in the VAIN,
ure salutions OF woman's love The
fought Of Il is dear one has put courage
ITO the arm that has driven back the
lvader from The land, or else led men {
eely 10 moisten with their blood the soil {