Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1859-03-02

maidens Of the danger of "going through
the woods and picking up a crooked
stick at last"
There certainly are occasions on
which, if you cannot do as you would,
it is quite proper to do as you can.
Nothing can equal good sweet potato.
yet you would be very foolish to throw
away mashed Irish ones, because the
frost has destroyed the more saccharine
tuber.(?) In default of mashed Irish,
roasted will have no mean flavor. II
the potato crop fails, "Boston brown
bread" fresh from the oven, will enable
you TO bear the loss with philosophical
resignation, and even boiled rice, the
most unpretending of all edibles, is bet
ter than starvation. But a husband is
not a potato, and if You select him on
the same principle, be not surprised if
you find him extremely indigestible.
as the dove, to far Palmyra flying
From where her native fronts of Antioch beam,
Weary, exhausted. longing, painting, signing,
Lights sadIy at the deserts bitter stream;
{ Perfectly right in the dove.
$50 many a soul, Ger Iife's drear desert faring-
Loves pure. congenial spring unfOund, unquafed-
Suffers, reeols. then, thirsty and despairing
Ofwhat it would, descends and sips the nearest
draught,"
and is refreshed and strengthened, just
as the shipwrecked sailor is refreshed by
the mocking salt water, which he bears
in frenzy to his fever-parched lips.
Do you now, seeing that have dealt
chiefly in negative, ask me what shall
be the token? My dear child. how can
tell? By just as many girls hearts as
are throbbing this wide world over, by
just SO many ways will love enter in and
take possession. Keep your eye single
and your heart pure, and you will not
fail 10 recognize the heavenly visitant.
The molecule of oxygen roams lonely
through the vast universe, yearning for
its ate, and finding no rest, till of a
sudden it meets the molecule of hydrogen
in quiet nook, when 10! rush, an en-
/ brace, and there is no more either oxy-
gen or hydrogen, but diamond drop
of dew sparkling on the white bosom of
the lily. So, l suppose, will it be with
you, when you meet your destiny. A
flash and fzzle, and it is all over with
you, and all over you! Your heart is
gone-power over your blood, that plays
mad pranks in your cheeks-over your
thoughts. that hover continually about
one spot-over your memories, that
wake 10 music only one string-over
yourself henceforth 70; o;evermore, to be
held in solution by stronger nature
than your own-unless your love comes
upon you thus, like strong man armed,
do not believe in it. If you in cold
blood give up your name, your indie
pen,ence, your individuality, for con-
sideration whatever that consideration be,
you will be wife only in name. Priest
| ly blessing cannot sanctifY unholy cen
tract. II you have parted with your
birthright, what matter whether it was
for mess of pottage or stalled OK?
know, therefore, of no reason why a
woman should marry. except because she
cannot help it-because 1.-The spirit of
life which dwelleth in the most secret
chambers of the soul, all trembling,
speaks these words: Behold a god more
powerful than Il ="
Ii your love raises and exalts you, if
1t helps you on your way. if it brings
you nearer to God, if it strengthens you
to brave endurance, stimulates you 10
heroic action, and make all greatness
p1ssible-if. in one word, it possesses it.
self TO you, and sweeps you up and out
from the finite TO the infinite, as a wave
bears seaward the strong swimmer pow
erless-you are safe.
If anything less than this satisfies you,
| if you content yourself with a feeble,
siekly sentiment, that wills in the sun End
breaks in the storm, your soul will suffer.
An inferior nature may waken feeling
enough to blind you for little while.
The cares and pleasures of busy life
may ,wine their rank growth so closely
as TO hide from you for a season the real
barrenness of the soil beneath. But
from the one, twenty. forty years that lie
before you, shall be born day on which
you will awake 10 know that you cannot
give without receiving back full measure,
life for life. And when your dream is
dreamed out, you will exclaim, more
bitterly than the old dame of the ballad:
yesterday was the Lady OF Linn
And now I'm bRt O. tee Scales wife"
Your demon of discomfort, cast out for
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spirits more wicked than himself, and
your last state shall be worse than your
first.
Better, thousand times better, 90
wandering all your life. than bring your
household gods under an unworthy
roof-tree.
The LARGEST LAND TRADE EVER
MADE IN THE STATE CT ARKANSAS -
Gen. Samuel Nit chell, of Arkansas Co.
has sold his plan tation, on Silver Lake,
containing tlUsnty- fOe hundred acres, to C.
H, Bynam, Esq, of North Alabama, for
one hundred thousand dollars.