The western Democrat. [volume] (Charlotte, N.C.) 1852-1870, 1860-08-14
WOMAN'S LOVE.

A great deal has been written about the staDlh-
ty of woman's love- and very often Its slngularlty
is equally surprising; especially when we consider
only the apparent obscurity of the lovely qualities
of the object she has set her affections upon Ii
Is no detraction from womans character TO say
that she does not arrive at her conclusions by
process of logical reasoning in this matter; tor 1t
is an acknowledged fact that she does not-ln-
deed. she cannot-it is not her nature. But what
she lacks in this respect, she makes up IN the
keenuess of her perception and the wonderful ac-
curacy of her conclusions, which seem to be mere
ly jumped at; and very often the only reason she
can give is, "because" Expressing thus obscurely
in one word, the great volume of "cause and eff
feet" of which she knows little and cares less
How often is it the case that her keen perception
discovers the diamond where her sincere friends
can see only the rubbish on the rough exterior.
The stability of her love-(we mean real love, and
not that artificial stuff produced by vain show or
wealth)-has for ages inspired the poet gave elo-
quence to the orator. and the brightest touches to
the canvas of the painter And well it might; for
it seems to be the only stable virtue which has
survived the fall. We very often have public
demonstrations of the stability and unchangeabe-
ness of wOman's love, and the following from the
Milwaukee Sentinel will serve as a sample:
Six years ago young man just entering life,
committed, while under the influence of rum, a
crime against society," he tried in this city,
victed and sent to Waupin, where he served out
his term behind the prison bars. Before his trial
fair girl had promised to link fortunes with him,
and cruel was the blow for her. All through the
six long years did she wait for the day of his
lease. With true womans heart she had be-
Geved him innOcent-innOcent at least before
God and like the magnet she held on her steady
way, her heart pointing ever to the future. Long
were the years to him. Slow passed the hours
Months seemed years Every tolling of the
prison bell struck deep into his heart, and every
sunset took another thread from his long skein.
Nor were the hours less weary to her. Hrpe,
that blessed angel, sat beside her by day, and re-
posed on her pillow by night Some there were
who laughed at her holy love. But she remained
true to her heart and to him. She saw but the
honest soul that ight be saved or lost, now upon
its turning point; and woman that she was, nerved
herself to bear the jibes and jeers of those who
knew but little of his noble soul Blessed words
to him in his lonely cell, words Of love, of
hope, of kindness, and stronger grew the heart of
him who had truly his better angel watching over
HIS UNFORESEEN nature fIacn WOru from nef nght-
ened his heart the long months passed slowly
by that rolling around the day of his liberty.
So passed the year Friends died and he wept
over them At last the day of his release came,
and he was conducted to the office of MIR McGraw,
where he found her, who had years before promis-
ed to be his, waiting for him What meeting
On the evening train the two arrived in this
city and married. We witnessed the cere-
mony, and never shall forget the tears of happiness
nor the throbbings Of the heart that had 50 long
waited and trusted. She saved him and it has
turned out that she was not mistaken in his worth
and excellence; for although by strong temptation
he was overcome and led into sin, yet the course
she pursued fortified his heart against like temp
tatiOn and he is how useful and honored citizen
We believe in womans love-in woman's d.vo-
ton God bless the true heart, wherever found