Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1900-03-08
{ Written for The Beacon.)
A Picture For Raohslors.

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Woman, when she allows herself to
remain as Heaven intended her, ar
rayed in that intelligent, modest, am
liable, becoming simplicity whose pow
er is irrcsistible-I mean, when she un-
derstands her real position in society
and properly fulfills the destiny for
which she was created, must confess
that her character is too exalted theme
for my descriptive power to portray.
Would that | could do her worth that
justice which it so richly deserves; yet,
as this pleasing power is denied me, |
can, at least, offer the need of praise to
that virtue and modesty always inherent
in true woman.
My readers, man cannot degrade wo-
man without degrading himself, and it
would be well for him to remember that
as the smoke ascends highest when the
wind is calm, 50 woman's virtues are
most apparent when she makes the least
effort to render them so. Where is the
one who calls himself man that is not
ready and willing at oil times and under
all circumstances to render 20 woman
that respect. homage, love and esteem
to which her nature and her virtues en-
title her? Man finds his greatest pleas
ure in womaD's presence. Society lacks
its greatest charm when woman is alb
sent. Then who can truly say, there is
happiness in single life ? Noone, Mans
greatest JOY is woman.
Now, my readers, (and particularly
old bachelors.) before | conclude, will
draw you a home picture Of loving
wife waiting for the return Of her hus-
band, after the day s work is done, which
ia calculated TO make old bachelors dis.
satisfied with their lonely condition, and
can cause them to look around for some
congonial mate To soothe them in sor-
row and make their life brighter and
happier, Then keep cool while lay
before you IN poetry On honest sample Of
woman in her true sphere
"Thc hearth Is swept, the are ls bright,
The kettle sings FOR tea.
The cloth Is spread the lamp "a light,
The munios smoke In uupkiua white.
And now l walt for thee
Come bome, love. come. thy task ia done.
Tho clock ticks istcuiuRly;
The bliGds arc shut, the curtains down.
Tho armchair to the Grcs.do drawn,
The hos is on my knee
Come home, love, come. hs deep fond eye, /
Looks round him wlslfuiy;
And whom the whispering winds 20 by.
ASH thy welcome steps were nigh
Hc crows cxu'tuEly.
In vain no nuds the welcome vain.
And turas bis glance on mine,
So earnest, that vet agaln
HIS form unto my heart ! strain,
That glance ls so libc thine
Thy task is dpne,-we mjaa thee here.
whotc'er thy footsteps roam.
No heart will spend such kindly cheer
No beating heart, no LISTING car.
Like those who walt thec hume
Al now along the crisp walk fact.
That we'll known step doth come
The bolt q drawn, tho gate q pact
The babe .s Wild with lay at last,
a thousand welcomes bomt"
oh my readers such d picture as this
is calculated to make al old bachelors
butt their brains out 30 despair Toll /
me where q substitute ls 90 bo f1u1d in
single life TO repay You Tor loss like
this TO obtain a living, moving, snail
ing, fond. afrectiouate copy Of such a
woman, ali old bachelors should DO will.
ing TO undergo almost any priya,ion or
trouble suOh q woman aa that could
Nh q mans heart gitb Elalae.s- wipe
from his brow ihc dark shadow of care
sdyc q balm foreyery cup Of voc which
fate could bring, and Danish from his
path tho baggard howling cares Of add
yeraiiy forever la che society Of sael
wife, man forgets the Paradise be han
lost Then when good fortune enables
you 30 meet with such prize, bc sure
tbat you lose no time ia winning H. or
you may--like So many poor uufonu.
nate old bachelors -rome day regret Il.