Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1870-02-08
For the Spectator
Every Heart has a History all its Own.

Every Heart mas History all It's own.
My destiny is that of the wife of a village
Doctor. The village from which he claims the
honor of being one of its titled Inhabitants is
nestled costly amid hills, trees, rocks and water
The scenery around-with the mountains in the
distance-gives us such glowing sunsets as
we could almost imagine are those of bright It.
ally. 1t may be the b elief Of mine that our
scenery is unappreciated, whilst that we pay so
much TO see is valued because we a~e expected
| to eXtacse, or because others have been enrap-
tured. Or can it be because this is home p
All, we linger around this sacred word, and
feel that home is our world
| 1t is the capacity inborn in ecery heart to ap-
preciate the good and beautiful-the tender
feeling to some extent on which I wish to
dwell. This my position has taught me: Those
of every class must apply to the DR.. The DR..
is not his own, land sometimes we almost feel
his wife is not his either) so entirely are we to
yield to the public. From my position learn
many lessons of the human heart: find much
good in the human family that l would never
suspect, were it not for this position. These
people-the refined and uncouth the rich and
poor; the learned and ignorant-all come at
times, and then: ''the D.. not being in, we
will wait. Now, there are those in the pro-
fession-wives / mean-who will say: well,
! you don't entertain them, hope Yes, to
the best Of my ability. God has endowed us,
one and all, with share of kindness; this we
! should try to educate, so as to let all that are
worthy have the benefit and if We sometimes
| bestow kindness ON an object unworthy what
| Of that? Is it not infinitely better than to mis-
treat one worthy? We all expect the better
feelings-the refined and beautiful-to shine
forth in the intelligent, but how seldom do we
suspect the depth Of feeling hidden beneath
rags2
Listen to that old woman, the ridicule of
| al--the embodiment of responsiveness and ug
lness-amongst US of her sex listen to her
as she tells me of her dreadful sorrows, those
of which the community say: 'She don't care
she has no feeling with tears coursing down
! her soed cheeks she says: Let my living
children do as they WILL this cannot be taken
from me: there are three in Hearen aoho aoitl
| call me mother!'
O! is not that volume of yearning tender
ness and motherly love? One snowy day was
sitting all alone, busiy engaged, there came a
rap at the door-I answered the call for the DR..
| The man was such rough specimen that l
felt a little timid; however, kindly asked him
in, offered a seat-in the meantime my canary
took occasion to tell him he was sweet, THAT
| the bird was sweet not the NAM he looked up
with such fash of pleasure and surprise that
| he attracted my attention. There he sat and
talked to that bird with tears-told of the
many he saw in the Fatherland beyond the
Rhine-how he loved the land Of his birth
Oh! madam, there is no home to me but the
Fatherland-tod how he loved birds, crumbed
the snowbirds decoyed the robins to pet
Would you believe it, that that man who ut
tered such beautiful lesson of love of coun-
,ry-who showed such depth of feeling for a
lutte bird that his wife died from i-treatment
at his hands?
Look at that proud, stern man leaning against
the mantel-he whom all called unfeellng in
discipline, Indifferent to home affections, and
yet brave in battle. We forget 1.-THE loving are
most daring Hear him as he leans there
with his very soul in his eyes.
! Madame. [ am a homeless waif on life's
ocean-my father love with son DEVOTION
my mothers spirit / have been taught from
childhood to revere as blessed and glorifed. |
never think of her but as q saint in heaven
- -" And yet the mass would cali
him unfeeling | have learned to judge the
depth Of feeling, not by outward signs alone
| Nature has given each of US virtues and they
are often orer5aloacea by faults; if she in her
distribution has thrown together in some all
that is apparently lovely and Of good report
and in others piled high pyramid apparently
Of the refuse, we should remember that cir
cumstances oitener cause this difference than
does nature If we would all look more for
good in others. encourage the beautiful, cur
world would be better and all be happier