The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1873-09-12

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fered such woes and with abs and with obs,
with his limbs to dispose, 30 that neither his
toes, nor nose, may chance to get froze, 70
his slumbers in silence the bachelor goes.
In the morn, when the cock crows, and the
sun has Just rose, from beneath the bed clothes.
pops the bachelors nose When he hears how
the wind blows, sees the windows all froze,
why back meath the clothes. pops tho old fell
lows nose, for another brief doze, for full
we'll he knows, il from that bed he rose to put
on his clothes, his nose, or his toes. would
surely get froze. o, alack, and alas, for a
bachelors woes, Tis thus his life goes. from
Maine to San Jose.
Few topics have been made go faithful q
theme for badinage and sarcasm by the wits,
as that Of marriage II the old bachelor is
said to become bedrish in his selishness, man
OF the opposite class, during courtship, is
thought TO bear striking resemblance to a
goose, and when this incipient stageis exchanged
for the estate matrimonial, he is known with
the epithet sheepish!
Many strange apologies have been offered
for marriage, but the last one that has come to
my knowledge WAS that offered by widow
"out west" She was so inconsoable for the
loss Of her husband, that che took another, TO
keep from tre'tI',g herself 10 dcdh
Alas, ever since it was broken at the fall, the
heart Of man is cracked pitcher, from which
happiness runs ont with amazing rapidity, and
the finer the fluid, the more subtle the element
OF Joy, the faster does it trlcke through. And
yet we love to love. we live to love, it IS the
hearts food and nourishment, and the souls
sweetest happiness and bliss. Some other being
must be blended with our own, or our existence
is objectless and our natures unavailing. Love
is the grand elixir Of life, which sweetens, sus-
tains, and perpetuates it. The bosom which
does not feel 1t, is cold, the mind which docs
not conceive 1t, is dull. Tie philosophy which
rejects 1t is faise, and the only true and pure
religion in the world has pure, undying love
for its basis
Be our experience in particular what il may,
no man ever forgets the visitation OF that pow
or upon bis heart and BRAIN which created all
things new which was the dawn in him Of
music, poetry, and art which made tue face
OF nature radiant with purple light, the morn
ing and night Of varied enchantment; when a
SINGLE tone could thrill the heart and the most
trivial circumstance associated with one form,
is put into the amber of memory; when we
become all eye when one il prosent-all MEM
ory, when It ls gone.
Permit me, in closing these chapters on mat
rimony, to indulge the hope, that all my uu-
married readers may, sooner or later lind each
companion exactly suited to their several
tastes, and in every way qualified TO make them
happy AS nest OF singing birds N tree full
of summer blooms. 4 few lines from Miss
Csrey's parody on " Lonfeov's Psalm Of
! Life" viii eud these ESSAYS.
Lives Of married folks remind Us,
We can live our lives as well:
Md departing leave behind rs
Such examples as will tell
Such examples that another
Sailing far from Hymen's port:
Some iorloru sad, bachelor brother
Seeing, shall take hear and court.
Then your lfe will be full Of comfort
And the cares with which it begun:
/ Will fold mp their blankets like Indians
And silently cut and run" SIGMA.