Tempo:
the winds.
Stop and think !
Consider, soul, consider !
band is worth more than a ke}r or a portrait!
109 A hus Don’t you think so?
All modern theories of diseases are wrong; they are not in the blood, but are the results of wrong, excessive, scant, or morbid magnetism; hence are to be thoroughly cured only by magnetic means, either directly, or by magnetic medical agents. Never yet was an injury so deep that time could not assuage it; nor an angry man that did not injure himself more than he did the object of his wrath ; nor an enemy so bitter but that right and justice in his heart did not eloquently appeal for his opponent; nor was there ever a trouble but that, somehow, a woman was at the bottom of it; nor a joy that she did not create ; nor a hatred equal to hers ; nor a friendship half so true as woman’s.
She is
a creature very weak, 3Tet capable of twisting the strongest man that ever lived around her little finger; little, but great, and who can reduce, the sternest man’s resolutions into the consistency of soft-soap before he can say “ Jack Robinson.” I have never failed to observe that those who loudest denounced the amative passion as “animal,” “unholy,” “ impure,” and the like, were its veriest slaves. Never sell 3Tour bed or fool it awa3r.
It is bad polic3r. . .1 never
knew either doctors or philosophers to speak well of each other ; a “ strong-minded ” woman who was not a termagant at home ; or a moral reformer that had not a leak in his character, or a soft spot in his head. A husband a true one is worth ten thousand “ friends,” and a true wife worth a myriad wantons. I have never known a famil3T difficulty that did not originate in passional satiety, or disturbance of the magnetic equilibrium between couples, and consequently none that were incurable.
Man
is a whimsical creature, a curious mixture of good and evil; woman a bundle of strange contradictions.
Both are God’s mas ter-work ; and if each stopped to think a little before a given action, there would be less domestic trouble in the world. I know that men and women fail and die through feebleness of will ; that love lieth at the foundation ; that silence is strength ;
and that goodness alone is power ; hence that though all the world array itself against a man, yet, if he be right, God and himself are a majority; and, lastly, I know that a great deal of life’s miseries
Stop and think !
Consider, soul, consider !
band is worth more than a ke}r or a portrait!
109 A hus Don’t you think so?
All modern theories of diseases are wrong; they are not in the blood, but are the results of wrong, excessive, scant, or morbid magnetism; hence are to be thoroughly cured only by magnetic means, either directly, or by magnetic medical agents. Never yet was an injury so deep that time could not assuage it; nor an angry man that did not injure himself more than he did the object of his wrath ; nor an enemy so bitter but that right and justice in his heart did not eloquently appeal for his opponent; nor was there ever a trouble but that, somehow, a woman was at the bottom of it; nor a joy that she did not create ; nor a hatred equal to hers ; nor a friendship half so true as woman’s.
She is
a creature very weak, 3Tet capable of twisting the strongest man that ever lived around her little finger; little, but great, and who can reduce, the sternest man’s resolutions into the consistency of soft-soap before he can say “ Jack Robinson.” I have never failed to observe that those who loudest denounced the amative passion as “animal,” “unholy,” “ impure,” and the like, were its veriest slaves. Never sell 3Tour bed or fool it awa3r.
It is bad polic3r. . .1 never
knew either doctors or philosophers to speak well of each other ; a “ strong-minded ” woman who was not a termagant at home ; or a moral reformer that had not a leak in his character, or a soft spot in his head. A husband a true one is worth ten thousand “ friends,” and a true wife worth a myriad wantons. I have never known a famil3T difficulty that did not originate in passional satiety, or disturbance of the magnetic equilibrium between couples, and consequently none that were incurable.
Man
is a whimsical creature, a curious mixture of good and evil; woman a bundle of strange contradictions.
Both are God’s mas ter-work ; and if each stopped to think a little before a given action, there would be less domestic trouble in the world. I know that men and women fail and die through feebleness of will ; that love lieth at the foundation ; that silence is strength ;
and that goodness alone is power ; hence that though all the world array itself against a man, yet, if he be right, God and himself are a majority; and, lastly, I know that a great deal of life’s miseries
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