

CONFIDENCE OF WOMAN.
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The fairest and brightest trait in the char
acter Of woman, is yet the greatest Source
Of her sorrow and ruin. There is nothing
more pure, more holy, than that instructive
coniding spirit, which leads a fair Young
girl to pour out the treasures other innocent
heart at the foot of one whom her soul
loves, and who, to he, is all that is good, up
right and honorable. The heart OF woman
is ever prone to love, and in spite Of every
warning which may rise around her, she will
cast down her all and bid him whom she
loves to take it, for from him she breads no
harm. 1t is the prevailing, governing fee
ling Of a woman's heart. She must have
some one to love. some one to cOn6de. in,
TO look up TO; and when she pours out ihb
gafneFed treasures Of her affections upon az
object, no time, no sorrow, 20 bliehline Of
hopes, nor frowns oftha world, can root out
the pure and holy impulse, but il nestles
with the most secret cells of the heart and
abides there till death.--How often is the
soul panied and the rock Of feeling struck
until the waters gush freely forth, 10 see
some young spirit bOwing in all the simple
hearted purity and confidence of an inno-
cent mind, at some earthly shrine Of clay.
which fancy had decked and oTnameufed
with all that was virtcous and rood, when
the gush of love had blinded the judgment
and hidden tom her view ,fhe rock which
was to wreck her fOrever.-And when the
fell truth came stealing darkly upon her, and
the iron entered her soul with all its ghastlv
pictures and withering thoughts, how true.
how fatally true did she vet turn. and
through veal and through woe, through vice
and shame, cling with the desperation Of
woman's love to him who was all unworthy
of sentiment so really angelic. And


then the worId-the fastidious perfection
axacting wOrld-lOOks coldly on and cares
not for the agony of spirit broken and per-
ishing;--but IFS finger is raised and anoth-
er shaft spread into that bleeding bOsom.
while with prudish tongue it recounls all
which should be forgotten, yet forgets all
that should be remembered. There is mona
of the mildness Of mercy, nothing of pity or
palliatiOn in the worlds judgment: btit
with unsparing lash it drives the poor suF.
ferer, betrayed by the best feelings OF her
nature, deeper down in the abyss of grief.
and chains her there until the grave gives
her spirit freedom once more. This
is no over wrought picture. no fandering Of
fancy, but it is soTowful truth, one that
ought to be true no longer. We see such
cases almost daily; and he must be worse


than brute who can regard them without


emotion. Love indeed is the fairest and


hOliest and noblest sentiment Of womaD's


heart. 1t was designed to Bless but alas!
how often does il DrOVe a sorrow and a


blight Richmond Star.