The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1899-06-30
ROBINS RoosT,"
SsON CITY, Tenn, March l, 1899.

| bright eyes that looked like two little
heavens with angels in 'em; and the
happiest thing / ever beheld wore slip
pers and tripped like a fairy on the
hOrisOn of life's blissful morning. When
l add the dress. and mouth, and eyes,
and slippers all together, 1 have the
sum of beauty, sweetness, brightness,
and happiness: and that is you. l never
see you that 1 do not think of rosebuds,
and music, and love; and why should
not think of them? Rosebuds are the
prophesies of full blown beauty, music
is the incense of the soul, and love is
the soul itself.
In every human breast there is a little
throbbing world, ruddy as the planet
Mars, and far more wonderful. 1t hath
but one continent, upon whose purple
shores the crimson tides of life forever
ebb and flow, measuring off the circling
years of time. We call this little world
the human heart. 1t is the paradise of
love. Its ruby gates are guarded by
the seraphim of virtue and truth; and
in the rapturous hours of girlhood no
wings ever cleave its crystal air but an
| gel wings; within its blissful bowers no
voices are ever heard but the voices of
! happiness. The heart of an innocent girl
is little palpitating world of mirth and
merriment, untainted by guile, I'M
| clouded by sin. 1t hath its fragrant
rose brakes, where beautiful dreams
| wake and heavc the bosom with JOY; it
hath its bubbling springs of laughter
and its ripping rivers of song; and here
| love transforms itself into a little
| winged god, with shining culver and
| silver bow, and flies away to the heaven
| of the eyes, from whose fields of light he
| finds wantOn sport in shooting poisoned
arrows at all the hearts that chance to
come within his range.
Do you want me to tell you how you
| may know when boy has been hit
with one of Cupid arrows? He begins
to shave his pimpled face, and make a
desperate effort to sprout a mustache; he
begins to wear collars bigger than his
shirt and a neclztie like a morning
glory: he has his trousers creased every
day. and his patent leatherS polished;
he has a dreamy look, and bushes
whether he will or no; he feels like
y
in the eyes, lest you discover his secret
thought; he cannot refrain from send
ing boxes of caramels, and French can
dies, and fruits in season. The effect
of the amorous wound is blood poison,
producing temporary insanity, followed
by softening of the brain.
The young merchants and his clerks
let business languish while they play
the game of hearts; the young lawyers
turn away from textbooks to file their
first bills in the chancerv of love, only
to be demurrcd out of courS; the young
doctor cures his patients with neglect,
while he prescribes affectionate eliXirs
for his darling ''Dul-ci-ni-a del Toboso;"
the town swell hicks his horse 5 tail and
buys a new buggy; and when he has
tucked his hallucination close by his
side under the silver spray of his new
lap robe, there is a ripple of laughter,
a crack of the whip, and instantly a
silk sSirt waist and cutaway coat hit
the dim and shadowy distance like
Nancy Hanks"
But it is the law of God that through
the sacred portals of a true girls heart
only one spirit can pass at a time, to
mate with her spirit in the Eden of love;
and it is for her, and her alone to say;
Come in, sweet angel; come in" If |
the spirit who enters is pure, and no. |
BILE, and good, and true, and cong enial |
with her ideals, aud generous to her
whimS. then there will be
TWO souls with but a single thought,
Two hearts that beat as one;
aud no matter how dark the clouds of |
sorrow that lower. no matter how thick /
are the troubles of life that gather, the |
roses OF love will bloom on, and the |
fountains of happiness will flow to the |
grave. But-alas!-too often the dis
guised spirit of a brute is admitted, and |
then the heart is Eden blighted; it Is
loves paradise lost.
Did YOU ever see a fair young girl we'd
a hog and tenderly pat him on the iowl,
and did you never hear her call him
ID lrlinc7" l have; and she wasn't my
wife. either. Did you never read, in
Shakespeare Midsummer Nights
Dream" how the deluded Titania wove
gar!ands OF flowers for the brow of an
ass? have seen it done many time
in actual life.
1t is common for girls to link their
precious lives with good looks and good
clothes, rather than with heart and
brains.
/ drop these little hints in order to
warn girls who have not vet embarked
in the heart bus; ness to first know the
truth before they admit the spirit; for
it is 4 sad spectacle to sec womans
heart become pigpen, or a mule stall,
or the plaything of an idiot. There is
only one sadder scene in this world,
and that Is where a noble young man
with splendid possibilities wakes up
and finds himself the husband of silly
girl without any heart at all, and has
his pinions clipped by a sloven or
zcOlding wife.
There is a great deal of talk about
the new" woman in these latter days.
The old" woman is good enough for
me; but it matters not whether she is
Did or new, if the little purple planet in
her bosom is all right and its gates are
we'll guarded.
If woman has thoughts, let them ;
1v: there is room in the intellectual air {
for every wing. If she can write, let !
her have the ink bottle; give her a pen !
md foolscap 'a-plenty." If she must !
make a living by her own endeavors, l
either of body or mind, let her have the '
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