The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1875-07-01
False and lrna.


that the world Is to-day cuddIing
and idolizing a such, but a scion Of
illicit birth-acorse, a very imp from
the realms of darkness. Rell love
is an element Of the s0ul. and can
not he sated; it calls tor the closest
lifelong ompanion~hip o. its oh
ject, and every day It unfold~ new
glorieS, as it approaches near 10
that delightful world where it shall
put on the beautiful robe of inmor-
talitv.
This ever-shistipg thing that is
called love is truly restless ele-
ment, and wears ont the heart and
brain of those who are only cal.el
upon to keep mp constant resist
ance against its outside influences.
What then must it be To such a
give themselves up to its wild guid-
ance?
If the veil could be lifted from
all hearts it would be seen that
where "over-work in business" has
slainits thousands, this "bedcviling"
passion has slain its tens of thou
sands. When once it IS allowed To
take possession it gives no rest, btlt
is constantly calling for "ch0"Qei
change Z" and to CRAFTY its inhuman
desires would 'clip the wings of
serarh and lett dropinto perdition. .
This monstrosity of crime studies
his victim as naturalist does an
impaled insect. He would ransack
AMI contaminate every pure cham
Der of her woman's soul, and when
he has torn down and trampled un-
der foot her dearest treasures, soilel
and drfaced every fair picture and
delightful image when in the once
pure ana beautiful temple of her
soul he has set MP the ahcminatlon
Of deSolation, then herpmorSele>sIv
sighs for other frlls Of conquest.
But the day will come when Life
flies low that erewhile H.htly
scared" in which, with an icy hand
at his heart, he will moan in re-
mor>etnl anguish
"When in the solitude of crowds
face the cty's tumultous street,
hear the steady pace Of unseen feet
Until film the face of day enshrouds.T
Passion is a will-o' 'the-wiSp light
that, grasped, leaves only the black
ashes OF remorse in the hand; while
lore is a steady, pure, serene fame
that disseminates the light OF per
feet rest and peace. All the pro-
gress and benevolence of today will
not save this Jehu-driving world
from utter ruin unless it goes back
to the primitive purity and quiet of
the olden time.
In that bl'sSful period the ocjte
could give herself up to the tuI
blesScdness of pouring out her
hearts rich treasures without fear
that aught but the shadow of death
l. 1, l..
iect of her love. Now she must
keep up a constant struggle with
her heart-in short, must learn To
love trit1inglv-}est if he blow de-
scend. it should fall too heavily.
Even Faith herself must learn 10
slumber lightly. with ever-watchtul
eyes, and Hope dares not soar too
high for fear of the greater fall.
And this Is why poor, drtraudrd
woman IS trying 10 sat ~fr her fam
iShed heart with the hu~kS of dress
and frivoIity. The perfect type of
womarhood is supposed to be
among the things of the past; but
the American woman of to-day,n t
withstanding her gaiety, stands par
alyzed and appalled, in view of her
future. Driven from her hereditary
Eden OF re>ttul love and trust,
whittier shall she turn? She indie
pendentlv stands erect, and per-
haps shifts contemp uou>y 1t The
garden from which she has been
spurned, even while she is ready o
faint from very weakn SIS and her
heart : sick with an indefnable
terror.
Woman'S nature is still the same:
and every wi.ely and maternal IN
stinct Is as strong as when She first
came from the hand of her Creator.
But, her 30 .fds.ce bling shak n,
If she dareS 10 hurl defiance IN the
face of Nature, aud challenge her
severeSt penalties, it i because ev-
cry instinct of her woman'S sou re
volts from wearing clasp upon
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