Part 14 (1/2)

PLUNGING INTO THE NIGHT OF DESTINY,

the storm of life. But she has had great powers of love, great powers of sacrifice, great depths of forgiveness, great fountains of tears--those still waters where bathes the human soul and rises clean before G.o.d's sight. ”Women are the poetry of the world, in the same sense that the stars are the poetry of heaven,” says Hargrave; ”clear, light-giving, harmonious, they are the terrestrial planets that rule the destinies of mankind.” ”Man,” says Was.h.i.+ngton Irving, ”is the creature of interest and ambition. His nature leads him forth into the struggle and bustle of the world. Love is but the embellishment of his early life, or a song piped in the intervals of his acts. But a woman's whole life is

A HISTORY OF THE AFFECTIONS

the heart is her world; it is there her ambition strives for empire; it is there her avarice seeks for hidden treasures. She sends forth her sympathies on adventure, she embarks her whole soul in the traffic of affection; and, if s.h.i.+pwrecked, her case is hopeless, for it is a bankruptcy of the heart.” ”O, if the loving, closed heart of a good woman,” cries Jean Paul Richter, ”Should open before man, how much controlled tenderness, how many veiled sacrifices and dumb virtues, would he see reposing therein!” ”Honor to women!” sings his brother-countryman,

SCHILLER;

”they twine and weave the roses of heaven into the life of men; it is they that unite us in the fascinating bonds of love; and, concealed in the modest veil of the graces, they cherish carefully the external fire of delicate feeling with holy hands.” ”Win her and wear her, if you can,” says Sh.e.l.ley; ”she is the most delightful of G.o.d's creatures--Heaven's best gift--man's joy and pride in prosperity--man's support and comforter in affliction.” ”Her pa.s.sions are made of the finest parts of pure love,” says Shakspeare. ”Her commands are caresses, her menaces are tears,” says Rousseau. ”She was

LAST AT THE CROSS, EARLIEST AT THE GRAVE,”

says Barrett. ”Her errors spring almost always from her faith in the good or her confidence in the true” declares Balzac. ”She has more strength in her looks than we have in our laws, and more power by her tears than we have by our arguments,” says the Duke of Halifax, a great statesman. ”All the reasonings of men are not worth one sentiment of woman,” says Voltaire, skeptic in all else. ”Women in their nature are much more gay and joyous than men,” writes Addison, ”whether it be that their blood is more refined, their fibers more delicate, and their animal spirits more light and volatile; or whether, as some have imagined, there may not be a kind of

s.e.x IN THE VERY SOUL,

I shall not pretend to determine.” ”It is not strange to me” says Boyle, a good, sensible man, ”that persons of the fairer s.e.x should like, in all things about them, that handsomeness for which they find themselves most liked.” Man reviles woman for her vanity. At the same time it is the particular delight of the man who will himself wear no decoration to load upon his willing wife the trinkets of his fancy as far as his purse will pay for them. Without woman's almost savage love of display, man would be robbed of nearly all the pleasure which

PERSONAL ORNAMENTS

now give him. He loves woman, just as she is. Just as she is she is much above the level of the thing he would love had he not her to claim his rapt attention. Man smiles at woman's weaknesses, but if he thought of his great meanness of soul when his mercy and fidelity are in the scale against her own, he would look grave and troubled. She dresses with expense and variety, because it is the first ordinance of her master.

Her very love of dress is the sign and seal of her intelligence. If it be folly, arraign man at the dock! Says

STAID OLD DR. JOHNSON:

”We see women universally jealous of the reputation of their beauty, and frequently look with contempt on the care with which they study their complexions, endeavor to preserve or supply the bloom of youth, regulate every ornament, twist their hair into curls, and shade their faces from the weather. We recommend the care of their n.o.bler part, and tell them how little addition is made by all their arts to the graces of the mind. But when was it known that female goodness or knowledge was able to attract that officiousness, or inspire that ardor, which beauty produces wherever it appears? And with what hope can we endeavor to persuade the ladies that

THE TIME SPENT AT THE TOILET

is lost in vanity, when they have every moment some new conviction that their interest is more effectually promoted by a ribbon well disposed than by the brightest act of heroic virtue?” Listen to the praise of practical John Ledyard, whose word has the solid ring of fact about it: ”I have observed among all nations [that he had seen, the statement not being applicable to a majority of the savages] that the women ornament themselves more than the men; that,

WHEREVER FOUND, THEY ARE THE MOST CIVIL,

kind, obliging, humane, tender beings; that they are ever inclined to be gay and cheerful, timorous and modest. They do not hesitate, like man, to perform a hospitable or generous action; not haughty, nor arrogant, nor supercilious, but full of courtesy and fond of society; industrious, economical, ingenuous; more liable, in general, to err than man; but, in general, also more virtuous, and performing more good actions than he. I never addressed myself in the language of decency and friends.h.i.+p to a woman, whether civilized or savage, without receiving

A DECENT AND FRIENDLY ANSWER.

With men it has often been otherwise. In wandering over the plains of inhospitable Denmark, through honest Sweden, frozen Lapland, rude and churlish Finland, unprincipled Russia, and the widespread regions of the wandering Tartar, if hungry, dry, cold, wet, or sick, woman has ever been friendly to me, and uniformly so: and, to add to this virtue, so worthy of the appellation of benevolence, these actions have been performed in so free and so kind a manner, that, if I was dry, I drank the sweet draught, and, if hungry, ate the coa.r.s.e morsel with a double relish.” Woman may read