The south-western. [volume] (Shreveport, La.) 1852-1870, 1870-01-12
Communicated,
An Old Old Theme

Life is two-fold And hath not our waking dreams,
even those that visit US in sleep, world of their
| own--a world of sunshine and shadow, mayhap, but
in which have youchsaVed to the blessed priv
ilege of botng for time from memory the tolls, and
disappointed hopes and hearsickness incident to
in the realm of reality? In truth, yes. And in this
creation which the brain, like another God, calls from
chaos the trammels and customs of the material uni
verse laws unwritten and unknown. There the
cry of gold gold gold is never heard for Fancy the
gentle Ariel who ministers unto every human heart,
finging off base weght-as the aeronaut casts from
his the bags of sand thatmpede his ascent through
the realms of air-has risen into the glories of a
brighter though immateral sphere-a sphere where
in the peasant is king, the pauper Croesus.
There cotton is staple ungrown, and -four commod
ty bankeris there to discount
at one per cent; dun to molest or make you afraid
washerwoman to be conciiated by smiles and prom
| ises false as fair.
l am well aware that this theme and style wholly
unsuited to the tastes of your readers most OF whom
and doubtless very properly, too, for if striveth
not for the dross" he inevitably goeth to the wall
into gnter-care for little else than the cotton and
money markets, the telegraphic dispatches and the
stage of the water at Dixie bar the Gate POST and
am we'll aware, too, that whoever INDUCES in such
mood renders himself obnoxious to the grievous charge
of sentimentslism. So be it. What care 1? | snap
my finger in their faces and safely screened from the
vulgar gaze by the veil so considerably dropped be-
fore your correspondents reckessy venture upon the
personality" that l. bankrupt in purse and whose
life has been grand financial failure, even look
down with pity upon the man, however prosperous,
who has not these so-called sentimental moods His
is the life of an OK or an ass, verify.
Promising thus much, shall proceed to the main
subject of this idle communication, scribbed in an
idle mood-a subject which hath somehow beguiled
me into this offending. Somehow; yet cannot for
the life of me explain the process, for it is of fact,
whilst have been alluding to fancy. Briefly, then
After returning night, from witnessing Mrs Crisp
admirable rendering of Lueille-the poor Lucille,
whose heart clings to its idol though that idol
drunk with the dream of liberty for France, had cru
ely deserted her to follow ambitions alluring star
my mind wandered into that maze which battles inge-
nuity itself to thread-the labyrinth ofwomans heart
While ponderng this vexed question: my eye fell
upon communication in rather old issue of the New
Orleans Times in which the writer, who signs herself
Jeanette, discourseth follows of woman's love
trite theme 1t may be, yet one upon which poets Will
sing ard philosophers theorize so long the world
shall stand. That Jeanette paints to the life, only
those unortunates, les iserabtes, will deny who have
conception of true woman's selfsacrifcng devo-
ton to the brute, man.
I" Wig did she love him?
Curious fool, be still
Is human love the growth of human will?"
1T has been said that there is nothing that cannot
be explained accounted for. | beg to deny this
The love of some women is an enigma that cannot be
solved. The love woman will have for man utterly
incapable of appreciang the strength purity and dis
interestedness of her affection is something human
philosophy explain. He may be good man, he
may be bad man, he may love her in man fashion,
that is, selfshly he may not love her at all he may
neglect slight wound njure her. so long she has a
hope of his love and can him. she loves him with
out reasoning upon the subject; her is inert
when he is brought into question her heart guides
her head, not her head her heart, with man she
loves regardless of the cost to herself and too often
pays heavy penalty.
Every few, if any men, capable of appreciating,
or even understanding such love. They are not de-
serving of the lavshness with which woman will
surrender all of the good that life holds for her to the
man she loves, and offers upon holy shrine every
WISH thought and emotion of her being to his will and
pleasure will sacrifice all thought of self to promote
his happiness and welfare thankful for the opportunity
for sacrifice, and lovingly grateful for the smallest
turn of affection hear say, her pride ought to
prevent this. 1t is all very well to theorse upon pride
coming in to her rescue in such cases. but those who
theorse have been tried in this way. Life has
cast their lines unpleasant places, they have either
loved, they cold blooded inert creatures
who centered in self that they lose sight of all
else; happily, they have met with noble heart to
respond to the wealth of love they lavish In this lat
ter case, Heaven offer few temptations them. 1t
would have to win them by taking their love home that
they might follow after.
pride has no ofoohold in the heart of loving woman
1t not to her aid when neglected. treated with
unkindness contumely, her heart is pleading
for him, finding to extenuate his conduct
and cury closes the door in the face of PRIDE and will
not listen to her. .remonstrances.
Our very wretchedness grows dear to us
When suffering for one we love-