The weekly Panola star. [volume] (Panola, Miss.) 1857-1881, 1866-02-10
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On Love.

4 4 y Women love romance.
But women love moro to be loved
than anything else in the world. II
is the soul and essence of their being,
the light of their life, the c%onsoling
element in which their being bathc
in luxurious delight. Yet while
bowling and cauting themselves at the
feet Of the idolitrous god, women
have n great deal Of innate and re-
served tact. They are skillfh STRAIT
egists, and, while often fcigning no
movcmnt, they are being moved in
their innermost hearts with the
electric fires radiating, encircling and
Astounding in, around and abont their
being.
y y = y Have we not met
with those in the streets, theatres,
and other public and private resorts
with whom We have desperately fall
len in love-in love with those we
have never spoken 10, never may,
and, indeed, whom we have never
seen but once, and may never see
again. A glance Of the eye some
times satisfies and satiatcs the heart,
and We remember 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. Az We
look back through the great past, W,
see mirrorcd therein the form divine
which once thrilled our souls with
%extatic bliss.
IL is as If we looked into the sil.
very depths of the unfathomablt
ocean and saw therein photographed
our own being. And as il to shur
the contempt that nature through
her laws had for the tyranny Of
human laws and her utter abhor.
renee Of the astutc grades Of society
she creates love such rs sc writ.
Of from out Of what we deem tn
most antagonistical characters. II i
nothing common for the refined ant
cultivated poet 10 fall in love viii
the peasant girl.
Beatrice was no princess, nor wor,
dowrics and inwcls, about her to lent
,aer charms. Yet fir italy's MOBILES
poet fell deeply and madly in low
with her. And there was the beau
, tiful Annabcl Ice, a widow, fat am
fair, though not quito forty. Sh
! graccd no royal palaces and wa
; never famous until the weird AM
immortal author Of "Thc Raven" en-
shrinej her in song.
: When the noble Angelina fell ii
love " Ii the soldier bold, as record
ed by the poet Boardoar, she fell il
2 love with him at first sight.
! So II was with Lallah Rookh wheI
! she became cnamorcd with the PEI
sion Goldsmith Faranios, the lu'
. player, while journcying on her wa
. through Cashmere To give her heal
! and hand to the young King. j
be sure, il happily turned out thi
faramo- was the King, but If
! had been otherwise Iallah woul
have loved him just as truly and tea
c DERBY. but | need not cnumera'
n cases Of platonic love OF love at fir
sight.
We are the votarics Of its swe
influence every day. 1 have /
: doubt, dear reader, that YOU ha'
!, been the willing captive Of those >
!, g~lanccs that often stole your hca
away. Well, It's consoling, in
great desert world like this, to fiji
some green spots, 70 little sprin|
that irrigatc and iruotify the sot
These gentle influences make o
feel happier, and happiness, "
know, Is the great thing after D
! They steal gently over the soul III
: the musk winds Of Araby y n
senses, lulling ne Into a sort Of psac
ftl and contented bits.
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