Des Arc citizen., 1859-08-24
FoR THE Dgs ARC CITIZEN.
 MAN'S MISS N

THE Arab pilgrim who pursues, in the coo hours of night, his lonely journey over th' barren and boundless desert of Sahara, may indeed cast momentary glance of admiration upon the myriads of stars that gem the cloud less zone of heaven; but it is not the mos brilliant of the starry host that most deeply attracts his attention. He looks, perhaps with scoGn or indifference upon the brigh orbs that glow in the zenith, or glitter in thu Belt of Orion or the Southern Cross. Hi eye is bent, with absorbing interest, upon [ single pale, dim star, that gleams faintly il the very remotest edge of the horizon--tha pale, wan star, scarcely observed by the care less traveler-modestly retiring in the lone Hest regions of mcreated space, nightly per forming its revolutions around the pole, alont and unattended. That pale star is far more valued and appreciated, by the pilgrim, thai the brightest constellation that gows in tht field of heaven; for it guides him, with un' erring aim, across the wide and trackless waste, to the venerated tomb of hls Prophet and returns him again to his rustic home, em' powered amid the shades of the lofty palm kWlefe loved OHeS WdLCu iilS
 l So it is with the feminine sex. Many arc preparing (and all should be) to perform witt success the grand pilgrimage of human life but whether offer to the young, yet blushine in the sweetness of childhood, or to the more aged, any suggestion which shall rise up 1T after days, and, like the pale, unobtrusive beams of the pole-star, that gleam, however fainty, over the wide waste which our sex ii destined to traverse, it is no matter of minor importance.
 | Woman, then, has work to pcrform--yes! I say WORK. She has gifts divinely be slowed, by God himself. Then she should not abuse them, but use them for good. They arc her destiny, written, as by the finger of Provi- dence, on the glowing page of inspiration | She is not expected to wear laurels and vii honors on the field of battle, nor in com. handing s' listening senates," neither in manly l labor; but she can do it within her oWf sphere--in her own graces. If she seeks power. she can win it--in cultivating hel intellect, and fitting it for delicate ordei assigned by Providence, and not by the more masculine duties. If she seeks distinction, il should be done within her sphere, such a' should never cause her cheek to jingle with shame, or her mothers tears to bedew tho pillow of repose. Some may inquire for the field in which to display these powers. They will find it in Literature, Society, Home Drink deep of the well-spring of classic lore. so that your conversation may not be com posed of monosyllables, which are often tan ltalizing-not the gossip of light and flippant reading-but like Manfred's spirits, command defy. Cultivate love for home-that love which should glow, as flame, in every heart The mother of Washington thought not to perpetuate her name in speeches. marble, but gave to the world son who shall live when the life-like statue of Canova, touched by the breath of Time, shall have perished ant crumbled into dust. The gifted Praxiteles boasted that she had given to immortality th' intellectual Aspasia. Perhaps if Napoleon had followed the star of his destiny, the peer less Josephine, foreign soil would have never embosomed the ashes of the ilustrious Corsi can nor would he have felt the shaft of ruth less fate, on the bloody field of Waterloo
 Woman's mission, then, is in the elements of human nature. It is by her influence tha the desponding heart is made one of vigor ant
 DORA FIELDS.