LOVE.

Thames Guardian and Mining Record, Volume I, Issue 269, 19 August 1872, Page 3

LOVE.

With man, love is never a passion of such intensity and sincerely as with woman. She is a creature of sensibility, existing only in the outpourings and sympathies of her emotions ; every earthly blessing, nay, every heavenly hope, will be sacrificed for her affections. She will leave the sunny home of her childhood, the piotectiug roof of tier kindred, forget the counsels of her sire, the admonishing voice of that mother on whose bosom her head lias been pillowed, forsake all she has clung to in years of girlish simplicity, do all that woman can do consistently with honour, and throw herself into the arms of the man she idolizes. He that would forsake a woman, after tli«se testimonies of affection, is too gross a villian to be called a man. The wrath of Heaven will pursue him, the brand of Cain is upon his brow, and the curse of Judas will rankle at his heart. Unrequited love with man is to him never a cause of perpetual misery ; other dreams will flow in . upon his imagination ; the abstraction of business, the meteor of ambition, or the pursuit of wealth, will win him away from his early infatuation. It is not thus with woman. Although the scene may change, and years, long, withering, and lingering years, steal away the rose from the cheek of beauty, the ruins of a breaking heart cannot lie amalgamated ; the memories of that idle vision cannot be obliterated from the soul; stie pines, nerves herself anew with pride, and pines away again, until her gentle spirit bids adieu to the treacheries of earth; and flits away into the bosom of her God.—Tuclcerman.