Claiborne guardian. [volume] (Homer, La.) 1877-188?, 1877-10-24
WOMAN.

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dle-a most intricate enigma
flower, which analysed, no one ca
tell to certainty whether is poison
Gus or obnoxious. She has bee
with man from the beginning, an,
he has not found her out to this da,
Woman is comparatively an unex
plored country AN alphabet q
puzzling hieroglyphics, a magnets
mystery; who knows what her heat
contains Sometimes it Seems
stuffed with love, tenderness an,
sympathy, and, at others, filled Will
nothing but hair pins, and crowned
with a pyramid of hair coils anl
high top combs.
Like the month of April. she is al
sunshine and showers. Many a teal
OF sorrow evapOrates in the warm
light of a smile ere it has a chanc,
to fall; and many a bright smile is
suddenly quenched by some passing
cloud OF sOIrOw-( about the size OF
blanket.) Griefs bubble up from
her bosom to burst in an atmosphere
of JOY. Like autumnal flowers
springing from the warm bed of her
heart, her dearest hopes are cut
down by the sudden frosts OF disap.
pointment.
A queer compound is woman. art.
full, and artless. She is made of
beauty, modesty, simplicity. silks,
ambition, love, hatred, feathers.
iron, whalebone, newspapers, cotton,
gayety, piety, gumelastic, bears
grease and cologne.
She talks-sometimes with her
eyes, aud they speak volumes OF
words that can't he written. She is
eloquent in her actions. and graceful
III her movements. How tender
and cruel is woman! We can't nn
derstand it, but she is tender as n
spring chicken, and tough MS AN old
gander. She must be screened from
the hot summer sun-sheltered and
protected from the storms and blasts
of winter; and. yet, if she makes up
her mind to do it, she can, like an
Eagle, gaze at the clear MONDAY
sun, and face a December norther.
Woman is as tender as the mercics
of Heaven, her heart is as much
soften than mans, rs a banana is
softer than brickbat. Her sym.
pathies are as delicate as the down
on the underside of an eagles wing,
and her love appears as fresh and
unfading amid the trials and sor.
rows of adversely, as an evergreen
wreath encircling the brow of Old
Winter-how devoted and lovely is
woman, how universal is her ADM.
ration, how bOundless her love; she
will cling to the chosen object of her
heart, with deathless devotion-she
can't be severed without swapping
strings which no time nor art can
mend. She often perceives some.
thing to love, while others discern
nothing even to admire, and when
her affections are once fastened on
a fellow they stick like glue and mo
lasses in a bushy head of hair.
How chiid-iike is woman, a play. /
thing herself, she is fond of every
in this worlds great toy
shop. How weak is woman, and |
yet how strong and terrible when
aroused! She is as high as the
sierras, as savage as a sausage ma.
chine, as strong as a tornado. as
terrible as tiger in high wrath
.nd-as crazy as a red ant. She
IAN blaze away like a volcano in
full blast, and burst up things like !
an earthquake. But soon it's all
over-nobody killed-then she softly
zones down from her towering rage.
md presently seems as well satisfied
Is glutted alderman. Woman's
existence is mingled romantic ideal
ty and cruel reality; her present is
always bright, her future brighter.
woman is ever happy,
ickled with the straw of fiattery,
delighted with every brilliant bubble
hat floats upon the wave of time,
he glides along in the light of Joy;
ind like an angel with smiles cheers
Is on in tho weary battle of life.
Woman is extremely timid, and
'et strange to say, is desperately,
brave, and OF Jerusale 10
low she does hate a coward! Her
leart is as firm as sdamsnt, aud as