Cincinnati daily press. [volume] (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1860-1862, 1861-01-14
The Love Actual.

Truth is single with q million reflections.
Love is one with countless shadows, and the
penumbra is mistaken for the planet--never
revealed to mortal eye.
The Love ideal is the planet the Love ac-
tual, the penumbra. All dream of the one,
but never find it. The many know, and mis-
name the other; seeking to invest it with
divinity it will not bear.
The nearest approach to the Love ideal is
when the mind, the spirit and the sense are
satisfied. Who can not fully answer to the
intellect, the sympathy, the passion of
another, can not love or be loved.
There is no part, no fragment in this high
affection. 1t is the whole, an unit; life, po-
etry, religion existence epitomized, Heaven
in a sensation; eternity in thrill.
The Love Ideal would be a tragedy on
Earth, poem in the skies. The Love Ac-
tual is play not without pleasantness,--a
melo-drama, made up of smiles and tears,
merriment and music.
1t is well for humanity this Love exists.
1t serves for theory, for talk, for experiment,
for pastime.
The thinking and the wise comprehend it.
They confound it not with the ideal; they
draw the dividing line, and assume the mask
of the gods, knowing themselves but mortal.
The form of the epic must be borrowed,
but the inspiration is not there.
EnacI the part ql5creetlyI ana applause
shal toliow thee. dave ialtn IN the persona
tion, and the world will laugh at thy sin
cerity.
The Love Actual is something of a fine art.
1t rests on flowers, poems, caresses, tears.
These must be wisely managed, and success
is certain.
A proper prescription followed, the senti-
mental compound is complete. An observ-
ing novice may interest the needless sage,
IL penooVes tnee, thereiore, 10 De Watchlul
of thy game. Play like prodigali but re-
tain thy heart-that card can not win:
Behold the pretty play, as the experienced
manage ltl
Viola is the antagonist OF Rolando; They
look INTO eacn other eyes ana understand
the war as one of wits. To the more skillful
belong the honors.
Both are lnsincere, but both are cautious:
Mark the artistic twain. They prate, OF
the high ideal, and seem to soar as the del
ties; but their feet never leave the earth.
They are truer than they appear.
What eloqgenCe OF tongue, what counter
ielt OF Poesy Ihey weep as children and
their kisses are as hre. Prayers and protest.
atlons rise, and the ar Is laden win vows.
Never was such devotion. They can not
live without each other: Their souls are
poured out IN deVotlon. They part as oody
parts with spirit. No passion ever paralleled
theirs-no bard has sung such love as this.
They meet upon the morrow, and have
half forgotten yesterday; They smile at
their own rhapsodlesi ana are proud OF lnelr
cleverness. Rolando was in jest, and Viola
in erotic humor.. ,
Fortunate pair, they have hued a little
time with pleasantness. They have sutto-
Gated the hours with roses, and they sepa-
rate for new and agreeable follies, to promise
without fulhllment, and TO conquer without
victory.
Who would not be lover who would
not be mistressf The being Is very brief,
but delicious in its breyity. 1t is harmless,
this Love Actual. Such honey is gathered
by stingless bees; such eglantines are thorn