WOMAN.
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Woman-lovely Woman--it IS She who hears
the first cry we utter in the world. II is woman
from the fountain of life at whose breast we in
hale our first nourishment. 1t is woman who
tends our helpless infancy, and reads and sup
plies our untutored wants. And when we reach
mature childhood, it is on woman's lap the head
is reclined--by womans hands we are clothed
and by woman's voice and animating looks we
are cheered on in our course in the acqulsltlon
of that useful knowledge which shall bit us for
the active duties and rational enjoyments OF after
years. Il is the speaking glance and beammg
smile of woman that in early childhood unfolds
and deveopes into full blown fragrance the buds
Of affection in the manly bosom. 1t is woman
who then becomes the companion and helpmate
of man in the duties and trials of life-who
cheers us when discouraged, consoles US IN DIS
appointments and sorrows, and briShtens the
blessings Providence scatters in the pathway OF
life. When sickness lays its iron hand upon the
frame, and prostrates us on the bed Of languish
and pain, it is woman's hand that presses the
fevered brow, and wipes the clammy sweat from
the countenance that administers our medicines,
and renders comfortable the couch on which we
lie. And when all the world is hushed and still
in repose around us, still it is woman's almost
noiseless step that is heard lightly moving around
the silent room, and watching our broken slum-
bers and irregular breathing. And when we
graPpe with the King OF Ierrors, II is on Wo-
mans bosom, where first we were Graded in in
fancy, that the son, husband, or father, yields uE
the departing spirit, and it is woman whose tears
then fall fast and thick upon the marble features
of the dead. She follows us to our last home
and when the clods fall upon the coffin lid with
hollow sound, her heart reverberates most loudly
with the soul-rending echoes; and as she retire:
from that dear spot, it is in her heart our mem


ory is most fondy enshrned. In birth through
life--in dealh--woman is our best nurse oul
nearest companion, and our dearest friend.