Sequachee Valley news. (Sequachee [Sequatchie], Tenn.) 1896-1952, 1913-02-20
FIRST LOVE.

Editor News
feel that I want to write IL few
| lines on the subject of love, as / have
! fresh ami beautiful things this side of
heaven, love is toe freshest and most
beautiful The first bright sunshine
flowers and morning dew, is the be-
ginning of a new world into which the
busting novice enters with timid de-
light to look upon interminable gar
dens of sweet flowers and delicious
fruits, which the imagination could
never dream of before. The heart is
taken by such surprise that it is al
most lost in delirium and wonder. The
first lesson in love is never forgotten,
perhaps, and doubtless it is so The
female heart, more susceptible and less
occupied than that of man, may cher
ish more fondly those early recollec-
tions. The girl who has once loved
deeply, sincerely, knows all about
love. She has become acquainted with
its secret penetration of the human
heart, and looking back wakes up old
memories, deep and tender. She re-
members the first meeting. the first
word, the first glance of affection.
The silent walk when both their hearts
were too full to admit of conversation,
when they read each others meaning
in the glance of love and in the press
ure of the hand, when the world SEEM
ed. brighter and more beautiful than it
has ever done since. and they seemed
to slake their thirst at the golden
fountain of the fable. Ah, how can
she forget all tbis' Can she not recall
the evening when they walked togeth-
or by the stream which rippled on it's
way beneath the outrageous shadow
of the forest trees. Remember the
whole aspect of the place like vision
the words he uttered, the loving
tones, the impassioned sentences, the
wild futter of her yonng heart as she
fell upon bis neck and wept. Perhaps
that love was but of short duration.
Perhaps a few short weeks, and he
who had breathed such endearment had
grown cold or had departed. Perhaps
they we're words of meaning, true as
heaven, and as her husband, she leans
upon him still, and loves him as of
yore, but whether or no, the impress
ion of that first love is ineraceable,
like the memories of childhood. 1t
survives all other things. The dews
upon the heritage may dry up, the
be no more; the first love may
have been a deceitful passion, but the
heart that truly loved, never forgets.
The memory is sweet, the experience
is valuable, and they who boast that
they have never loved, know nothing
Of the depth of the affection that lies |
hidden in their hearts. and how strong |
and deep and true is mans first love. |
He may love again, but it is not with |
the same intensity. There is some
thing so new, so delightful, ecstatic, |
that it can never be blottsd out from |
the page of memory. There is unut-
terable sweetness in the first love.
Happy, thrice happy, are they whose
first love lasts forever, whose youth
ful dreams become waking reality, |
who are never cast back upon the
world to form new ties, who sustain
no bitter disappointment, no jarring
shock, and to whom life does not sud-
lenly become burdensome and abhor-
led, Second love is always more
and more exacting, the trust
ILLNESS in human nature is diminish
ID. The belief in others is shaken,
md we are no longer the incredulous
of COOL. We are altered
brewer to the world.
VIM. WALLACE,
Nhitwell, Tenn.