The Carolina Spartan. [volume] (Spartanburg, S.C.) 1852-1896, 1866-11-29
A Manly Darling,

A dozen or more times during the heat
OF politics, we have been asked by letter to
define the word darling for some of our
valued lady correspondents both North and
South. For the past six months the labor
Of politics has lett us no chance to run our
pen lightly or dip its point into the home
hearts of those who live for affection. But
now the contest for this season is over for
a brief time, and we set by the desk to
chat little more as Of old, before the hun.
dreds Of political letters come Hooding in
upon us.
What is darling?
We step out OF a mans heart and 90 in
to that OF loved woman for the time, and
here is what the spirit says-Write.
My Darling! Yes | have darling,
not Pet, tor men are not Pets, though
In fOrgetful moods We often call them SO.
At times the iulness of love in our hearts
the earnestness of love leaps out with
Pet-but the indrawn sigh which draws
him, love so close to my s)ul fingers on
Darling He is all the world to me, He
is dearer than life. | love him-Iie is
mine He is man. lie has, oh such
stout heart And such earnest eyes.
And he is SO kind-so gentle, so earnest
with me. He loves NE He is my Dar-
ling He may at times speak cross to
others, but never to me He may at times
strike others, but he would sooner die than
strike me. He battles with the world. He
fights bravely with It's trials, vicissitudes,
temptations and hypocricics-h labors
day after day all for me. When he leaves
me it is with kiss, l fee Lis iips--I see
deop iuio lis eyes feel his irm, manly,
gentle touch-I rest in his heart like
ship at calm, all the hours he is from me,
for he is my Darling! His eye is clear
his voice that of love-his touch is con-
stancy, he is mine, and God knows | love
him as Darling should be loved
Ah that is he! l know his step.
Firm. quick, manly, ringing and looked
for. His hand is on the gate-he springs
up the steps, or hastens across the porch,
he touches the door, it opens, be still little
huttering heart-his arms fold me to his
heart, his lips-his eyes, himself-all nine;
Ny Darling Don't you know him? ? do.
Would know his step, his touch, his voice.
tor he is my Darling. He brings ne
books, papers, pictures, keepsakes; he fills
my lap with gifts, and my soul so full of
JOY, not for his gifts, hut for his remem-
brances of me, and because he is my Dar-
ling.
DO you see this house? This home
This air of comfort? The carpets, the
pictures, the furniture, this home, all nine
as is my Darling, for he gave all to me
And do you know how safe | feel when
he is by? And how tremble and tremble
when he is away, for there are more dan
gers in the air than there should be. | do
not fear tor myself, but for my Darling
No don't He is good He is brave.
He is manly. lie loves me- He is true
and constant. He loves n.y she will soon
be with me, lie still futt,ring heart, my
Darling will soon be here
The years creep over Us. The storms
fall about. The winds pipe shril The
lhatch fades and thins, but this heart OF
my Daring, and his Darling are warm and
loving. You cannot win him from me.
Others cannot win from me- Time can
not win him from me, my Darling.
What care | FOR the SIN les or irowns of
others =! His arms his eycs-his kisses
his heart Wealth is nothing, poverty
is nothing--my Darling is all. | love him
in health when the blood courses hot and
swift through his veins, love him when
the fever or delrium parches his cheeks,
thickens his sweet, unstained breath, or
throws his brain in whirl. for he is my
Darling here as he will be hereafter.
PoMERoY.