The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1911-11-10


Meek and s'lbmissi7e, true and patient
and pure, womanhood here shares the
glory Of a new creation-a glory OF
her own, derived from the Prince. OF
Peace. The peculiar virtues belonging
to her nature are just the virtues that
advancing society must necessarily
cherish and practice. Never were they
more needed than now; and, therefore,
the most significant sign Of Prov1den-
tial interposition in our day is this
wonderful eVoking of womanly worth;
its sudden appearance like lovely ap::
partition in the arena Of literature and
life; and it's earnest summons to man
~ feeling to reciprocate its claims and
accept its precious Offices. Here is
the merciful provision to unsensuaize
our civilization, to check our cold and
barren worldliness, to heighten the
fading beauty Of daily existence, and
to bring back, in something better
than poetic raptures, the lost imagin-
ings of domestic blessedness."
In the light Of things that have
transpired IN this country Of ours OF
late, there is reason to wonder if men
of today are inspired by and look up
to the beauties Of womanho hood-Anglo-
Saxon Womanhood-as did the men OF
that day when the quotation was pen
ned has the world changed.
Let US hope that the world has not
changed, but if it has that it will soon
come back to it's rightful moorings
and recognize the dignity and the
grandeur of Anglo-Saxon Womanhood. =.
There is nothing so sweet, so pure, so .
elevating, so inspiring, so helpful" as :,
the love of pure good woman. And !
there is nothing so lasting and so
abiding. The man who does not know
the value of a woman's heart and has
not shared and reciprocated a. Wo-&
mans love has not lived. Read the
following beautiful lines from the Bal
timore Sun: -. -: ..s ;.>..<
A Woman's Heart. -
A woman's heart. is a savings bank =: 3
Where the love you deposit lies,
Gathering interest day by day .. 49,.
From the sunshine Of the skies. = :
There isn't safer place, my lad,
To bury the treasure you'd keep
Than down in it's beautiful vaults Of
Where the tenderest blossoms sleep, I
A woman's heart is the place to hide
) Whatever you'd treasure best;
For she'll give it back as the years
90 by
In a love that's more than rest
A woman's heart is a storage vault,
Where nothing breaks in to steal,
Except the honor you fail to pay
And the love you forget to feel
A love you have placed there once re-
mains,
And you may forget, but she
Will give it back, if you want it so, =
And smile as she sands the key.
Smile, but never forget, my lad,
That a smile is the saddest thing
When it's over the ashes of some
thing dead,
And the heart is broken wing.
A woman's heart is a fortress strong,
Where your foes may never come,
With prancing steeds and the gleam-
ing sword
And the rat-tat of the drum.
For that which you treasure she will
defend,
And loud as the guns may roll,
She'll stand in the breech to the very
end
And then she will fight with her soul.
A Woman's heart-I would rather
trust
My all unto that, know
For love in the keeping Of such a
place
Will grow as the blossoms grow.
Please pardon me for giving you
these, quotations, but some people 1
hear read The Idler and I want you
to get something good now and then.
The Idler.