The dollar weekly bulletin. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1862-1864, 1863-09-24
ROSS & RossER, Publishers.
The Hand Without The Heart.

The Hand Without The Heart.
How many startling episodes from the ex-
perience Of human souls are arrayed before
US as we turn over the pages of many life.
history, freighted with the sad testimony
that, hands have been Joined in the most
sacred and tender relations of earth, when
lips uttered vows that found no echo In the
heart; when smile was given for rsmile--and
word for word with all the seeming earnest
ness of self sacrificing devotion, beneath
whose winning garb was naught but dis
stimulation of the most insinuating and dead
| ly character. striking at the sacred founts OF
feeling with sure and steady aim, then
breaking the sweet spell ~hisfa once ap-
peared as true and pure as the light of
Heaven from whence it dawned. ~ Have
you ever reader, seriously considered in all
its minor and more important bearings that
we'll? Upon what did the world base its
conclusions? Did even the closest and
m ost impartial observer, pause for moment
to consider whether this or the other alliance
throb would prove the outpourings of a
mutual regard; whose love no misfortune
could change-no adversity could affect
with its chilling breath!
Such hands have been joined to warm
hearts-but there are many sequels of half
spent existence which clearly show how
little there is of disinterosted affection in
the world.
Twas splendid choice because it brought
affluence in almost countless sums; twas a
happy consummation because it conferred
by single bo und, high rank among the
devotees of fashion, and every caprice of q
frivolous aristocracy. Congratulations fol-
lowed the festive scene that crowned the
wedding day; and there was 30 lack of
friends to wish pleasant journey down the
stream of Time!
Hands were clasped-a mere formal recog-
milton of a sacred vow, upon whose hallow-
ed altar, no foweret of affection was ever
destined to bloom. How great perversion
of that holy institution which has for its
Aesis, Gods eternal might! How great a
sacrifice, whose highest ambition Is centered
in the meaningless homage of an ensnaring
world. upon whose wide expause so many
barks have been wrecked-in life but weary
and dissatisfied wanderers upon its tremul-
Gus ocean: in death consigned to oblivion,
with only a weeping willow to wave o'er
each gravel
Obedience to the inexorable commands of
parent have gone forth; and they who were
the pride of the village, the city, and the
town; the gems that sparkled brightest in
the household, have been offered up to
please the cravings of an earthly idol that
true devotion would scorn to wed. Time
soon writes the epitaph you fsin would re-
call; in the words of another: "Weaith,
honor, fame, and all the gay world calls
pleasure, cannot compensate for the smallest
moiety of the exalted esteem, confidence
and love which should exist in the marriage
relation"
Clasp thou then the hand that giveth its
whole heart. Look not down with con-
tempt upon its station however poor it may
be. Clouds may obscure, but there is light
beyond if there is love-pure and undisguised;
fadeless as the fairest jewels that Truth
wears upon her brow; chaugeless in fair and
stormy weather-ever the same whatever
betides.