The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1856-1888, 1858-01-14
THE PACIFIC
Commercial Advertiser.



The man that asks no love is a monster. The
man who eTpects noneisa child of desnair There
may De hearts SO frozen by selfshnes. or ossi6ed
py PRIDE and egotism, or paralyzed by disappoint-
ment, as to be Indifferent to affection. But these
are icebergs, drifting in darkness, ON Polar seas
cold, barren, desolate. In them no tree or shrub
plants q root no flower sheds its fragrance there,
No melody of living joy is chanted there. God
found that 1t was not good for man to be alone,
chiefly because he needed the conscious affection
OF a female heart to soften the asperities of his
own, and thus give completeness to his being. In
the deep, full affection of a wife's heart, the hus'
band hnds that appreciation and interest which
every soul covets. This stimulates his enterprises.
This makes him brave in peril. This cheers his
hard labor. This comforts him under irritation,
SANDER, reproach, IN the outside world.
To meet this cravingof man, woman is adapted.
She is not ambitious of wealth or fame. She
shrinks from great changes and great perils. She
n not fitted for the struggles of the forum, the
conflict of arms, or the Iabors of the field. Her
home is her e rrthly heaven ; and she holds a low
ing heart to cheer him, to whom God has given q
iottier ambition, a deeper craving Of earth's
wealth, a stronger arm, and q higher courage.
Subjected, by the ordinance of God, and the laws
OF the land to abide a sterner will than her own,
she is furnished with a wealth of affection which
makes her burden of subordination light, and
melts and moulds to tenderness, the controller of
her destiny.
a. VI d Wiz , duect IOu, ike the grace
of God, is given, not bought. Gold is power. 1t
can sweep down forests, raise cities, build roads,
and deck houses. 1t can bride silence, or noisy
praise 1t can collect troops of fatterers, and in
spire awe and fear. But, alas! wealth can never
purchase love. Bonaparte essayed the subjuga-
ton of Europe, under the influence of a genius
almost inspired-an ambition insatiable-and
backed by millions of armed men. He almost
succeeded in swaying his sceptre from the Straits
of Dover to the Mediterranean from the Bay of
Biscay TO the Sea of Azoff. On many a bloody
field, his banner foated triumphant. But his
greatest conquest was the unbought heart of
Josephine-his sweetest and most priceless trea-
sure, her outraged, but unchanged love. If any
man have failed to estimate the affection of a true
hearted wife, he will be likely to mark the value
in his loss, when the heart which loved him is
stilled by death.
In the true wife. the husband finds not affection
only, but conpanionsaP0a companionship with
which no other can compare. The family rela-
ton gives retirement without solitude, and soci-
ETY. without the rough intrusion OF the world. 1t
plants in the husbands dwelling a friend who can
bear his silence without weariness-who can lis
ten to the detail of his interests with sympathy
who can appreciate his repetition of events, only
important rs they are embalmed in the heart.
Common friends are linked to US by a slender
thread. We must retain them by ministering,
in some way, to their interest, or their enjoyment.
What a luxury it is for a man to feel, that in his
own home, there is a true and affectionate being,
IN whose presence he may throw off restraint,
without danger to his dignity he may confide
without the fear of treachery and be sick or I'M
fortunate without being abandoned. If, in the
outward world, he grow weary of human selfish
ness, his heart can safely trust In one whose soul
yearns for his happiness, and whose indulgence
Overlooks his defects.
Nor, in the matter Of personal comfort, in the
thousand things which combine oshed happiness
upon mans pathway through life, is the wife a
lcss precious gift of God. Who is it that gives
care to the neatness. order and tidiness of our
dwellings, our halls, our parlors, our bedcham-
bers? Who is it that consults our taste, our az
t%inities, our repellanees and so regulates our
tables, our couches, Sur apparel, as to minister
10 our comfort? Who is it that supplies our lack
of interest in ordinary things, and sends us out
into society prepared to meet the claims of de-
cency, taste, and propriety? Who caters for orr
appetites, and swelters in heated kitchens for our
indulgence and. often unthanked and unbless7d,
plies the needle, in the lone evening, for our BEN
eft? Who is it that schemes, by a rigid econ
omy, to get the most elegance and comfort from
the least tax on our income? Who furnishes the
ready pin, the napkin, the bandage for our
wounds, the cup for our thirst, the friction for
our aching head, the medicine for our pains ?
What angel of mercy is it that watches by our
sick pillow, bears all our complaints and irrita-
tons, and moves with muf1ed step, when we
slumber.