The Plymouth Democrat., 1869-09-09
Saturday Night-The Worth Of Woman's
Love.


ONLY another week!
How short it has been-seven days
seven chapters of light and happiness-of |
ioys and sOrrows-Of hopes and fears-of |
trials and conquests-of births and mar
riages-Of sickness and of health. But a
little thing is IA week-but it is life to
some, in the results it doth bring r.rr
Tonight we were made to feel sad, yet
happy On the way home we passed a
woman in calico leading by the arm
weak, tottering, trembling old man. His
step was hardly a step-he could hardly
lift his feet from the pavement-hls lace
was wrinkled with the lines OF ninety-one
winters, while his scattered hairs were
silky and white as the purest snow.
! And the woman was rast fifty. Her face
was kind-her eye told volumes. The
crowd on the Bowery turned aside az it
hurried by to let the old man toddle on.
"Good evening, good woman-can we
help you?"
so kindly at us. 1--WE are almost home-a
few steps farther, and you are in hurry
going home too, perhaps"
Almost home
Yes-that old man who little needed the
crowd and who looked with mazed and
puzzled gaze on the busy scene was almost
home A few more Saturday nights and
he will be there with Him, and then he
can walk, and run without stumbling or
other support than He.
And we passed on to think, and think.
and we thought of womans love, and the
worth of it, How she cared for him-we
should think her father. Perhaps he was
cross and petulant years ago, if not now,
vet she was kind to him, and with care
steadied his steps lest he fall and the busy
crowd trample him under feet. And we
thought of thousands and thousands of
good women in different places who love,
are good, and true, and pure, and kind
who deserve happiness here and Heaven
hereafter.
All over the land we saw them as we
walked home. The entire line of clouds
seemed to be rolled back by some great
hand as somebody said, Look at them
| everywhere.
And we did look into thousands of
homes. BY the farmers fire and in the
wOodmans cabin. BY the sick bed and
kneeling with grief-laden hearts and tear
wet faces, beside corpses and cOffinS. We
saw them in calico and homespun by thou
sands, and they all told of woman's worth,
love and devotion.
Little do men know of wOman's sOr-
rows, heartaches, hungerings for love,
temptations and reSistingS. Men 90 and
come. They are busy. Avenues of labor
and amusement are open to them, for they
have the power to open to suit themselves.
They plunge into business, engage in en-
terprises, hunt, fish, sport, idle, dissipate,
go and cOme mixing, talking, eager to be
interested. When tired they rest, but
woman's work is never done, and she must
labor on, prisoner within close walls,
like Il Gagged bird seeing the world but not
mixing Herewith lest she he lost.
. We know of home where woman
works cheerfully, for those she loves
works like us. She wears calico, and
knows nothing of opera Her heart is in
her home, her loved ones, she is happy,
for they all live for her rs she does for
them. And oh, the wonderous depth OF
her love. She is by the bedside, the table
, the chair, everywhere. She is monarch OF
) home, queen of hearts, and willing tributes
do her subjects pay.
Her hand stills pain, her lips greet with
such pure, earnest, loving kisses. Her
words are ever kind and gentle, while
her life is not lost in scliishness. She is
not vain beauty, cold as marble, indif-
ferent to others, caring only for herself
| for position and the outward adOrnmcnt
e of her person, tyrannizing over hearts
: compelled by the ukase of society to pay
:, vows where none are due. But she is 4
: good woman, loving woman, a loving
: atiectionate, gentle, caressing woman q
t man always loves, and is willing to care
+, for, protect and defend.
4 We love Il good, warm-hearted woman
Not one of these simple beauties who are
y gay, painted, padded, befrixed and befriz
f zled adOrnings of fashion without heart OIL
/, true worth. Such are very nice to look
n upon good to flirt with-nice to take tc
n the opera, the races, the theatre, or to skir
e miSh with when the coast is clear and
# willing ones seek for adventure, but they
S don't wear for keeps like the good, plain
C sensible women who have hearts and
y whose worth is more than pen or tongue
t can tell.
l. Women would be better and happier il
C men loved them better and were more
4 true to them If men would strive as
much to make home happy as they do to
:, seek happiness elsewhere, the world would
f be better
/ Hours do come when men admit the
!, power. the worth of woman. Not in sun
4 shine SO much as in shade and storm
: When engrosSed with business and rolling
), on the sea of success, we too often forget
e the ones without whom life would be a
| blank, and only fly to the havens and shcl-
l ters-the love and gentle caresses of wo-
s man-when the waves are high and to re
: main abroad is to perish.
Y Then comes the hour when all admit the
: power of the weak. 1t is the care of wo-
: man which makes millions Ofhomes beauti
s ful, and makes loves palaces of laborer's
n cottages 1t is the love we have for wo.
!, man-the love they have for us men, that
t drives us ahead to conquests and victories
The words kindly spoken, the smile o
C those we love, the c0mmendatiOn of those
4 we respect of women, make men of all who
t are not debased, and draw our hearts tc
i them with irresistible power. And as We
i see them day after day patiently, earnestly
n toiling to help others walk, as we see them
leading the weak, aiding the unfortunate
: and by the wondrous power of their Goo
n given love, and the magic of their smiles
f ciresses, and prayers, we wonder that III
men do not pay more tribute to the worth
: of wOmans love.-Neto York Deaa0crat.