Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1875-06-24

"He gathers the prayers as he stands,
And they change into flowers in his hands,
Into garlands of purple and red!
And beneath the great arch of the portal,
Through the streets of the city Immortal
Is waited the fragrance they she'd"
How true is this beautiful
myth, as true as it is fabulous,
and verifies itself into the heart
of the man, "who has one touch
of feeling in his soul" We
can willingly yield to man the
field of intellt ctual might and
supremacy. We will be con-
tent to move in our own circle
without encountering the diff
culties which are thick in the
other domain. If it be true
that woman is creature of the
heart, and, the joy of her life
depends upon her affections,
then, how hollow and vain must
be intellectual pursuits. Who
has not felt and heard the walls
and sighs that break from the
crushed hearts Of Mrs. Hemans
and Miss Landon as they wellup
in their sad songs. Both gifted
with brilliant genius and wear
ing the bay-wreath, which alas!
is kept green and fresh with
tears that sorrow has wrung
from their hearts. Both we. e
ISapphos and both found their
Leucate's Rock. And even the
brilliant De Stacl, who cooled
her thirsting and parched lips at
the marah Of public applause
and has WON the crown Of
thorns which that strange I'M
feeling goddess gives to her de-
voices, De Stael, the idol of
France, has unconsciously writ
ten the sad and fearful history
of her longing heart in that
matehless and splendid history
of Italian art-"Corinne." Tru-
ly has the poet sung cts better
to be lowly born and range with
humble lives in content, than be
perked up, in a clustering grief and
wear golden sorrow We can
not give more than mention to the
sublime character of Madame
Roland. We would not claim
for woman a sphere not just nor
legitimate, but we claim that as
the true field Of her action where
ever the light of her presence
can christianize and elevate the
morality of her kind. England
has gwen to history many bright
eX amples with which to illumine
its pages, but none rise higher in
moral sublinlity, nor better illus
trate the true nobility of woman
hold in its just and true limits,
than the character Of Mrs. Hutch.
ison. Such women as she and Han
nah Moore are clothed with such
beauty and purity of character,as
to render insignificant the storied
and long-favored excellencies of
an Aspasia and Sappho, though
the latter were of a more classic
and heroic age. The moral influ-
ence of woman to day, is more
substantial and firm than formerly,
and affects more than inspiration
for sonnet, and is too valuable
to serve as the amusement OF an
idle hour for an epicurean or tub
philosopher. Indeed, statesman
ship true and penetrating has not
failed to mark her influence, and
the greatest of political writers
ascribe much of Americas physi-
cal as we'll as moral advancement
to the Influence of women. | be.
lieve it is Tennyson who compares
man and woman, as chords tuned
to sweet music; and our own
Longfellow has sung: useless
each without the other" Then,
if woman lost Eden, she alone
will regain it for man. She is
the angel of his home, her voice
soothes his sorrows and charms a.
way his pain. Friends, our as
ISOLATION is near its close. Our
little baIks which have been rest.
ing 50 safely in this harbor for the
past ten months will soon be un
moored and will drift away across
the tide. Our ways are various
and many; may God light the
path of each with His mercy, and
may you shield your souls with
prayers; wherever you go my
hearts prayers and best wishes
are with you. And to you, kind
hearted people of Fayetteville, |
extend all that l am capable of
feeling of love and gratefulness
for your efforts to afford me every
possible pleasure during my stay
in your midst. My greatest sor.
row is in severing the ties which
makes US "kith and kim" You
have anticipated my wishes and
filled them, and | pour out TO