Dallas herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1849-1873, 1869-09-25
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woaruor vouaNs LOVE,

'A "'N ~ NAAA hA N"NHNsNs AANk
utl.o iA.ng q a weyk-but lt isa lj'
10 SOME, In tho results it doth bring
Tonight We were made to feel sad
yet happy, On the way homo ~,
passed woman in calico leading
~ the arm weak, toltcring, ucm
bling oil man, Ills step was hard
I IL s,cp-ho could hardly In his
ievt l.om the payomert--his face
was wrlnklcd with the linci of nine,
| ty-onc winters, while his scattered
hairs were SILKY and white Us the
purcst snow.
Aud the woman WAS PAST the iily,
llcr face WAS kiul-hcr cyc told
volumes. The crowd cr tie Rrw,ry
turned aside ~ ii hurried by to let
the old man todllc on.
Good evening good woman-can
We help youy'
"Oh, no, thank You" And she
locked so kindly nj us. "Mo nre
almost homo--a low steps farther,
aud you are in hurry--going homo
too, perhaps
AimcH Home!
Ycs-that old man who little heed.
cd tho crowd, and who looked with
mazed and puzzled gaze on the busy
scono was almost home! A few
more Saturday Nights and he will
be there with Him, and then he can
walk, and run without stumbling on
other support than His.
And we passed on to think, and
think. And we thought of woman's
love, and tho worth ofit. low she
cared for him--we should think her
father. Perhaps ho was cross and
pctu!cnt years ago, il not now, yet
she was kind TO him, and with care
stcadicd his steps lest he fall and the
busy crowd tramplo him under feet.
And We thought of thousands and
thousands Of good women in differ
cnt places who love, are good, and
true, and pure, and kini--who dc
serve happiness here and Heaven
hereafter.
All over tho land We saw them as
VIC walked homo. The entire line
of clouds seemed to bo rolled back
by sOmo great hand as somebody
said, "Look at them everywhere" "
And we did look into thousands
Of homes. By the farmers fire and
in the woodlands cabin. By the
sick bed and knee!ing with grief.
laden hearts and tear wet faces, be-
side corpsos and cotIins. We saw
them in calico and homcspun by
thousands, and they all told of wo.
mans worth, love, and devotion.
Little do men know of woman's
sorrows, heart-achcs, hungcrings for
love, temptations and rcsistings.-
Men go and come. They are busy.
Avenues Of labor and amusement
0rc opened to them, for they have
power TO open to suit themselves
They plunge into busincss--cngagc
in entorprise-hunt, fish, sport idle,
dissipate-go ard come, mixing,
talking, eager to be intcrcstcd.-
When tired, they rest, bat woman's
work is never done, and sho must
labor on, prisoner within close
walls, like a Gagged bird seeing the
world but net mixing herewith lest
she be lost.
We know of q homo whore u wo-
man works choerfulIy, for her she
loves works like us. She wears
calico, and knows nothing Of opera. |
Her heart is in her home, her loved |
onos-sho is happy, for they all live |
for her as she docs for them. And |
oh, the wondroua depth OF her love.
She is by The bedside, the table, the |
chair, everywhere. She is monarch
of homo-quocn Of hearts, ard will
ing tributes do her subjects pay.
Her hand stills pain-her lips |
greet with such pure, earnest, low
ing kisses. Her words are ever so
kind and gentle while her life is
not lost in selGshncss. She is not
vain beauty, cold as marble, in.
different to others-carng only for
herself, for position and the outward
adornment Of her person, tyranniz-
ing over hearts compelled by the
ukase of society to pay vows whore
none are due. Bat she is Il good
woman--a loving woman-a loving,
ailcctionate, gentle, carcssing wo-
man a man always loves, and is
willing TO care for, protect and dc.
fcnd.
We love a good, warm-hcnrtcd
woman. Not ono of these simple
beauties who are gay, painted, pad
ded, befriXed and bcfrizzlod adorn-
ipgs OF fashion without heart or true
worth. Such are very nice to look
upon-good to nirt with--nico 70
take TO the opera, the races, the the
atre, or to skirmish with when the
coast is clear and willing ones seek
for adventure, but they don't wear
for keeps like the good, plain, sen
siblc women who-have hearts and
whose worth is moro than pen or
tongue can tell.
Women would be better and hap
pier If men loved them better und
were more true TO them. If men
would strive rs much 10 make homo
happy as they do TO seek happiness
the world would be bet
ter.
Hours do come when men admit
the power, tie worth Of woman
Not in sunshine so much as in shade
and storm. When engrossed with {
business and rolling on the sea Of
success, we too often forget the ones ,
sithout whom life would be a blank,
and only fly TO the havens and shell !
iers-tbe love and gentle carosscs . /
Df woman when the waves are high
and TO remain abroad is TO perish.
Then comes the hour when all /
admit the power Of the weak. Ii is