The Cass County Republican. [volume] (Dowagiac, Mich.) 18??-1880, 1858-08-12

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The true being and end of woman
kind is l0Ue !; and from this, if I may
so speak, all their sorrows, if they per-
vert that holy and heavenly passion,
directly proceed. reverence the prin-
ciple of love in woman. 1t seems, In
deed, the atmosphere in which she lives,
and moves, and has her being. The
arms and wings of her husband seems
ever reaching and painting to her bo-
som, and brood over, some object of
human affection. In the smile of her
| lip, in the glance of her eye, in the soft
and bewitching melody Of her voice,
we find but the semblances and echoes
of the Spirit Of Love. She delights to
minister to our comforts; to invest our
pathway with the roses of delicate en-
joyment; to lend sunshine to the hearth,
and repose to the evening hour. Ihavc
never thought upon the gentle unob-
trusive influence of woman without
feelings of the deepest admiration. She
seldom hates. When she is wronged,
she is forgiving; when destroyed she
still turns with an eye of earnest regret
to the paradise of innocence from which
her passions have driven her.; and in
solitude, by day or evening, /" she wa
ters her cheekin tears without measure. :"
In woman, all that is sacred and
lovely seem to meet, as in its natural
center. Do we look for self-denial.
She the devoted wife. For resolute
affection, struggling through countless
trials? I? Behold the lover. For that
overfowing fullness of fond idolatry
which gives to things of earth devo-
ton like that which should ascend to
God. Behold the mother, at the cradle
of her infant, or pillowing its drowsy
eye-lids on her bosom; supremely blest
to see its fair cheek rise and fall upon
the white and heaving orb, where it
finds nourishmcnt and rest! This is
woman: always loving: always be-
loved. Well may the poet strike his
Tyre in her praise; well may the war
rior rush to the battle field for her
smile; we'll may the student trim his
lamp to kindle her passionate heart, or
warm her dainty Imagination; she de-
serves them all. Last at the cross and
earliest at the grave of the Savior, she
teaches to those who have lived since
His suferings, the inestimable virtue of
constant affection. / love to see her
by the couch of sickness; sustain
ing the fainting head; offer to the
parched lip its cordial, to the craving
palate its simple nourishment treading
with noiseless assiduity around the SOL
emn curtains, and complying with the
wish of the invalid when he says:
"Let me not have this gloomy view
- 49,: s;;;:. -:;s ~ =es. r5o.. ..ttsEny bed:
But blooming roses. wet with dew,
To cool my burning brow instead
disposing of the sunlight upon the pale
forehead, bathing the hair with oint-
ments, and letting in upon it from the
summer easement the sweet breath of
Heaven! How lovely are such exhibi-
tions of ever-during constancy and
faith !-how they appeal to the soul!-
like the lover in the Canticles, whose
fingers when she rose to open the door
to her beloved, dropped "with sweet
smelling myrrh upon the handles of the
lock!''
No man of sensibility, take it, after
battling with the perplcxities of the
outdoor world, but retires with feel
ing of refreshment to his happy fire.
side he hears with JOY the lisp of the
cherub urchin that climbs upon his
knee to tell him some wonderful tale
about nothing, or feels with delight the
soft breath of some young daughter,
whose downy, peach-like cheek is glow
ing closeito his own. / am neither a
husband nor father; but I can easily
fancy the feeling of supreme pleasure
which either must experience. Let US
survey the world of business what go
we "out for to see ?" The reed of
ambition shaken by the breath of the
multitude; cold hearted traders and
brokers, trafickers and over-reachers,
anxious each to circumvent his fellow,
and turn to his own purse the golden
tide in which all would dabble. Look
at the homes of most of these. The
wife waits for her husband and while
she feels that anxiety for his presence
which may be called the hunger of the
heart, she feeds her spirit with the
memory of his smile; or perhaps looks
with fondness upon the pledge of his
affection, as they stand like eolive-branch-
es round about his table.-Knicker-
booker.