The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1868-11-14
From the ladies Peari.I
The Bankruptcy of the Heart.

Did it never occur to you how many bank
rupt hearts thrOb under vests of purple and
gold How many heartscaTs are covered
! from the rude gaze of the world by an os-
tentatious display of external happiness.
Like the Spartan boy who covered his
wounds with his cloak, or like the wounded
dove, which covers with its brightest plum
age the arrow which pierces its breast, the
world Is ever drawing a veil over the wounds
of the human heart. There is a poison
deadlier than that which destroyed the life
of the Egyptian Queen. Its venom diffuses
| itself through the heart, creating moral
asphyxia which none but the waters of
Sloan can ever cleanse. Where flowers
should bloom and make home redOlent with
their perfume, there is a cheerless Sahara,
over which the htful winds of passion and
I remorse hold their revels, with nothing but
the deadly night-shade, with its poisonous
| breath, to relieve the dreariness of the scene.
Where noble thoughts should blossom forth
| in deeds of self sacrifice, they turn and feed
on themselves and worship, god which in
carnates their selfish passions. Where
/ sweet fountains should throw their tinted
spray and sing their gurgling anthems, Bit
ter Marahs posr their asphaltic tides over
lost hopes
Suppose there was appointed for every
| city and village a Register in heartbank
ruptcy Suppose he had in his possession
! the fabulous lookingglass of Lao, which
/ gives perfect pOrtTaiture of the heart, with
! all its wounds, It's crushed hopes It's baffled
ambitions, its vanities and rivalries, how
many who now wear the outer garb of hap
piness would be adiudged deplorable bank
ruPts Alas many. The purest human
beings could not bear to have the world
gaze into their hearts. There would be on
every page Of its history some sinful stain
which would become fostering sore under
the eye Of the world. There Is an AIl-See-
! ing Eye, whose piercing sights sees all the
deformities of the human heart. No false
returns can ever deceive His penetrating
! gaze. The decree of the court discharges
the earthly bankrupt, but nothing save the
| blood of the Lamb can give discharge IN
the bankruptcy of the heart. Were a faith
| full photograph taken of every
| heart, how many memorial columns would
| there be seen above broken hopes how
many weeping willows would swing their
mournful trailing boughs over the grave of
! disappointed loves For, after all, so far as
| earthly happiness is concerned, there IS to
woman no bankruptcy like that of bEghted
! affection. 1t is the only sorrow from which
! she refuses to be divorced. She may wear
a placid smile, as oceans face is often with
! out a ripple while sea-mOnsters are
| fighting beneath its surface. She writes
upon the tomb above her lost love,
pass mosn leave her sveTy brow;
stars which veiled shine brightly
| now;
Ocean upon the peaceful shore.
But fragile broken, blooms no
| more"
A chaste writer has beautifully said, a
woman's whole life is history of the affec-
tions. The heart is her world; it is there
her avariee seeks for hidden treasures; it is
there her ambition strives for empire. She
sends forth her sympathies in adventure
| she embarks her whole soul in the traffic OF
affection and if shipwrecked, her case is
hopeless, for it is a bankruptcy Of the heart.
What a sad record would be the inventory
Of the heartl How many unpaid vows
would mar its page. How many selfish
/ thoughts, how many ignOble ambitions
would rise up like accusing spirits ID con-
demn US That little heartache of child
hood, which was considered a mere Whim,
and at which the world laughed, is a scar
The tears which fell from your childish
eyes when the home ties we're broken, and
you were cast out upon the world, are
scorched spots. Every little sorrow has
left its impress. That little prayer which
you murmured around your mothers knee
has blossomed into flowers which give fra
GRANGE to the heart As the tiny fern leaves
It's impress on the granite rock, so every
transient hope or sorrow leave their mark
on the human soul Let US all remember ",
make up our own inventory. 1t may b
full of generous thoughts, noble deeds, ant
pions actions, or it may be record 0
vanity, selfishness, and sin