The weekly standard. (Port Gibson, Miss.) 1865-1867, 1866-02-10
On Love.

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On Love. ,x -
* = Women love ro-
nance. But women love more to be
loved than anything else in the world.
1t IS the soul and essence of their be-
ing, the light Of their life, the consol-
ing element in which their beings
bathe in luxurious delight Yet while
bowling and casting themselves at the
feet ofithe idolatroas god, women have
a great deal of innate and reserved tact.
They are skillful strategists, and while
often feigning no movement, they are
being moved In their innermost hearts
with the electric fires radiating, encir-
cling and abounding IN, around and
about their being. sa5a 74a ~
x Xa*olA *o.l* Have we not
met with those in the streets, theatres
and other public and private resorts,
with whom we have fallen desperately
In loye-in love with those we have
never spoken to, never may, and, in
deed, whom we have never seen but
once, and may never see again. A
glance of the eye sometimes satisfies
and satiates the heart and we remem-
Il
Der that glance through life. Come
sunshine or sorrow, those sweet beams
Of those orbs ever shine upon us like
the lovely stars. The prototype of
the fair features from which they beam
is engraven on our souls AS we look
back through the great past, we see
milTowed therein the form divine
which once thrilled our souls with ec-
static bliss. aaoTr~ eia5f.sI99I sd's 8E1
tits as if we looked into the silvery
depths of the unfathomable ocean and
saw therein photographed our own be-
ing. And as if to shun the contempt
that nature through her laws had for
the tyranny of human laws, and her
utter abhorrence of the astute grades
Of society, she creates love such as we
write of from out Of what we deem the
most antagonistical characters. 1t is
uncommon for the refined and
poet to tall in love with the
peasant girl,
Beatrice was ne princess, nor Wore
dowries and jewels about her to lend
her charms. Yet fair Italy's noblest
poet fell deeply and madly in love with |
her. And there was the beautiful An
mabel Lee, a widow, fat and fair, though
not quite forty. She graced no royal
palaces, and was never famous until
the weird and immortal author of ''The
Raven enshrined her in song. e4g asI
When the noble Angelina fell in love
with the soldier bold, as recorded by
the poet Boardoar, she fell in loyewith
him at first sight. asa1saef Is
So it was with Lallah Rookh when
she became enamored with the Persian
Goldsmith Formorez, the lutte player,
while journeying through Cashmere,
to give her heart and hand to the
young King. To be sure, it happily I
turned. out that Formorez was the
King, but il it had been otherwise Lal-
lah would have loved him just as truly |
and tenderly. But need not enumer-
ate cases of platonic love, or love at first
sight. Iiiw a s,ssss
We are the yotaries of its sweet in
duenee every day. ] have no doubt,
dear reader, that you have been the
wiling captive of those sly glances that |
often stole your heart away. Well, it's /
in a great desert world like |
this, to find some green spots, some
little springs that irrigate and fructify |
the soul. These gentle Influences
make one feel happier and happiness,
you know, is the great thing after all.
They steal gently over the soul kethe I
musk winds of Araby over the senses
lulling us into q sort of peaceful and
contented bliss
A North Carolina paper says:
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