Cincinnati daily press. [volume] (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1860-1862, 1861-03-11
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the divine passion is visible only in unphilo.
sophie darkness.
The primary principle, the cardinal desir,
in woman is to love in man, to be loved.
She loves, because IL is her nature he
does not, because it is part Of his organiza.
tion MOTTO love except in return for affection
given.
Men and women, though protesting friends,
are natural enemies, almost always; and
they rarely throw off the disguise until they
wed each other.
Then Tartarus becomes terrestrial. Dante's
Inferno is at the domestic hearth.
We will not lift the smooth satire that
conceals the hateful corpse Of 80 many
"homes.n
They that have gazed so long at those
CHASTITY features feel the truth like an ice
bolt at their heart.
With most mortals, it is love and mar
r~iage-passion, then rehection-a spasm.
then a shattered system with days length
ened by agony to ages.
The ignisJdt misleads, and the deceived
victim sinksi in the stagnant swamp.
With men, at least, Love is a thing of
imagination only. 1t never can be other
wise with them. 1t may be with women /;
has been, perhaps; though history is not
clear in this; and authorities are apochry-
phal.
Certain it is, no man of character. of
thought, of selfknowledge, ever loved a
woman except in a temporary sense.
Men love nothing outside of their. individ-
uality. They do not love women, but them
selves as reflected in those women.
Such reflection men call sympathy; a
complete infusing of the opposite sex
with observation-disclosures do not compre-
bend that fine term for masculine selfish
ness)-and their affection is full, and contin-
ues only while the women are willing to be
slaves.
The moment the woman dares to be indie
pendent; to have a thought apart; a feeling
OF her own, sympathy, or s~elfshness, is vio-
lated: the man rebels; abandons her rudely,
or, to use a sentimental trope, breaks her
heart with courteous cruelty,
All, thou gentle sister, the World and
Nature are all against thee and in the lists
OF Love, thou contendest with fearful odds.
Thou hast weaknesses, errors, sins enough
of thy own, Heaven knows; and yet, beside
thy brother, thou art half an ANGEL
Many of thy defects, most of thy misfor-
tunes arise from him. Thou hast violated
thy W nature to cope with him. Thy faults
are indirectly born of his.
Woman availed herself of deceit to match
mans superior wit and deeper cunning. She
has improved upon it greatly: it has become
with her the finest of fine arts; and yet
man still holds the vantage. ground; will to
the end of time.
She discards veracity, honor, conscience,
often, and yet he deceives her while she is
seeking to deceive.
Women do not suffer greatly from their
affections, but more than they should; for
men suffer not at all. They assume to do
so sometimes; but it is a sentimental hypoc-
risy, and for theatrical effect.
Women have little heart, but more than
is needed; more han is asked. Beautiful
souls are talked of and rhymed about; but
beautiful bodies are meant.
Men have fine terms for unworthy things.
and by their rhetoric and poetry can make
of the coarsest clay a handsome image.
Men usually are too large to love; women
too small to reason hence the difference in
their affections. Women can love but one
man truly; men can love, if any, at least a
dozen-perhaps a hundred-women.
Women are all alike when one knows
them. They seem different only because
ones knowledge of them is more or less
complete. Therefore, they soon weary, and
never hold men long.
II Chloe be absent, Calista will answer for
her.
Man adores those black eyes until the blue
ones meet his gaze. He kisses his wife's
lips because his mistress is ill: he seeks
COra's arms because they are the most access
ible, and thinks of Clara while they clasp
him to her bosom in the ecstacy of passion.
The relations Of the sexes are temporiza-
tons, articles, delusions. He who has
learned this only laughs at, though he en-
joys them as he may. They are sweet some.
times, but passing as the perfume of the
primrose.
Falling in love with women, at first nat
ural-we see the paradox-becomes a mere
habit; soon it grows to be a pleasant GUS
tom, requiring variation.
Let other feelings mesner mortals move,
But let the business Of our life be love.
Man may not relish it; it may pail; but
once begun, he must go on. Like vinous
intoxication, it often sickens; but another
draught %revives, and the comedy of life must
have its five acts, if the world go mad.
Relations of the sexes is SYNONYMOUS with
shams of the sexes.
1t seems cynical to speak the truth ofthem;
but let us have a glimpse of reality once in
an age.
1t is well, now and then, to say what every
one thinks; what the experienced know.
Trust woman little; trust man not at all.
She is deceitful; he is more so. She is what
she is merely in self defense; he is aggress-
lively and s~tudiously perfdious. She will
reform when he will, and he never will.
Love is the hand made image we worship
to its face, and laugh at at its back.
1t is pretty plaything for a leisure hour,
butw hurlit aside when we have cause to be
serious.
For thousands of years the world has
spOrted with the bauble; and when it is
broken, no one Weeps.
Love laughs at heroes, yet idiots are wiser
than Love.
Love never can perish-because he never
lived; but if be could die, he would die of
laughter surely at the thought that men or
women ever pretended to believe in his ex-
istence, JUNIUS.
BENDING THE YOUTHFUL TwIGs.-Lstterly
children have been gathered into the BUSH