The New era. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1865-1871, 1866-04-12
II 03n0U Store.


Man is the creature ofinterest and am
bltion. Ills nature leads him forth in
to the struggle and hustle of the world.
Love is but the Establishment of his
early life, or a song piped in the inter-
walls Of the acts. lie seeks for fame, for
fortune. for space in the worlds thought,
and dominion over his fellow men
But Woman's whole life is a history of
tie affections. The heart is her world;
It is there her ambition strives for en-
pire-it is there her aVariee seeks for
hidden treasures. She sends forth her
sSmpathies OH adventure; she embarks
her whole soul in the traffic of affection;
and, if shipWreeked, her case is hopeless
for it Is q bankruptcy of the heart.
TO man, the disappointment of love
may occasion q few bitter pangs; It
wounds some feelings of tenderness-it
blasts some prospects Of felicity; but he
is an active being; he may dissipate his
thoughts in the whifI ofvaried oeeupa-
ton or may plunge into the tide of pleas
ure; or, If the scene Of disappointment
be to full Of painful associations, he can
shift his abode at will, and taking, as it
were, the wings of the morning, can
.sfly to the uttermost parts of the earth,
and be az rest
But Woman's is comparatively q fixed,
a secluded, and Il meditative life. She
is more the companion CT her own
thoughts and feelings; and, i! they are
turned to ministers Of sorrow, where
shall she look for consolation? Her lot
is to be W0oed and Won; and if unhappy
in her love- her heart is like some fort
ress that has been captured, and sacked
and abandoned, and left desolate.
Hi
how many soft cheeks grow pale-how
many lovely forms fade away into the
tomb, and none can tell the cause that
blighted their oveliness! As the dove
will clasp its wings to lis side, and cover
and conceal the arrow that is preying on
its vitals-so IS It the nature of woman
10 hide from the world the pangs OF
wounded affection. The love of del
ieate female is always shy and silent.
Even when fortunate. she scarcely
breaths it to herself but when other
wise, she buries it in the recess of her
bosom, and there lets it cover and brood
among the ruins Of her peace. With
her the desire Of her heart has failed
the great charm ofeXistance is at an end.
She neglects all the cheerful exercises
which gladden. the spirits, quicken the
pulses, and send the tide oflifie in health
full currents through the veins. Her
rest is broken-=the sweet refreshments
of sleep are poisoned by melancholy
dreams-"dry sorrow drinks her blood''
until her enleebled frame sinks under
the slightest external injury. Look
for her after little while, and you find
friendship weeping over her untimely
grave, and wondering that one, who but
lately glowed with all the radiance OF
health and beauty, should SO speedily
be brought down to "darkness and the
warm" You will be told of some Win
try chill, some casual indisposition, that
laid her low-but no one knows the
mental malady that previously sapped
her strength, and made her SO easy a
prey to the spoiler
She is like some tender tree, the pride
and beauty of the grove; graceful in its
form, bright in its foliage, but with the
worm proving at its heart. We see it
dropping its branches to the earth, and
shedding leaf by leaf, until, wasted and
persisted away, it falls even in the still
lless of the forest, and as we muse over
the beautiful ruin, we strive in vain to
recolect the blast or thunderbolt that
could have smitten it with decay.
The cutie P1ngHe.
The Commissioner of Agriculture, in
a lafa communication tD the sppa kew Df