Indiana American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1865-1872, 1868-09-04
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For the American.
Editor Of american, You must not
be surprised il what | write Is not very
sensible, being one Of the sex your old
Pennsylyaniaburg correspondent compli-
ments so highly. First wish to say a
word in defense of woman. That there
are some ialse-hearted, shallow pa ted
females, as there are bad mon, who try
with their lspdorous tongues to drag one
down to their own degraded level, don't
deny. But, thank Heaven, they are few.
The majority of women are as true.heart
ed and faithful as any human beings not
absolutely celestial can be.
IN country wh0e men are Jrutes, ico.
men wW be aares. The "lords of crea-
ton" may declare that the daughters of
Eve are inferior to themselves, but such
a declaration only shows their own weak
ness aud defects. lie who places light
estimate upon things OF highest worth,
only proclaims his own ignorance aud
want Of judgment. Man, through the
frailty Of woman publishes bis low esti-
mate OF all that is hottest In the relations
Of life. Who that has dear mother, or
a kind, loving sister, or darling daugh-
ter, but will fee! the truth Of what
write?
One half Of humanity isfmsn; another
equal half is woman. lie who speaks
Lightly of woman, curses the hand that
supported him in the hour ofhelplessness,
pronounces a malediction upon the fair
young being who with mingled reverence
and trust calls him father, utters BIAS
phemy against the being who has filed
with disinterested affection the bosom OF
her whose heart beats with blood kindred
to his own, and returns hatred for love
to her who has bestowed upon him a
greater gift than all wealth can buy
But as your correspondent NV. r. g." no
doubt has known woman 10 all these re-
lations, therefore he cannot speak evil of
her.
How beautiful-and more beautiful,
because true-are the lines which my
favorite TON Moore wrote in bis mothers
pocket-book in 1922:
They tell us of an Indian tree,
Which, howsoe'er the sun and sky
May tempt it's boughs TO wander free,
And shoot the blossoms wide and high,
Far better loves to bend its arms
Downward again 10 that dear earth
From which the life that fills and warns
Its grateful being first had birth.
IT'S thus, though wood by flattering fri ends,
And fed with fame, (if fame II be,)
This heart, my own dear mother, bends
With loves true instinct back to thee.
Before close my imperfect scribble,
allow me to speak word in favor of the
Harrison Band. The Band is composed
of some of our most highly esteemed citi-
zens. They have a new set of silver in
struments, and they discoursed some sweet
strains of music on our streets yesterday
in honor Of Washington s Birthday Ii
has been beautifully said that Emusic is
the voice of God, and poetry His Ian
guage." Music is the poetry of sound. 1t
embraces harmony, concord and melody,
1t moves on velvet wings, wa we'd so gently
and gracefully that naught but onward
motion is known or felt.
But how | am running on, Mr.. Editor.
Please pardon my depression. And many
thanks to you gentlemen of the Harrison
Band for the serenade which I'didn't get.
MINNIE