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LOVE AND ITS HIDDEN HISTORY.
must part or fall!
The only safety is in instant flight!
This
thing is thought to be a mental or spiritual affair ; it is not so!
It
is physical. The tests of diseased love are various; but a harsh, cracked voice is an infallible sign.
A deep, round, full-toned one is a sign
of health. The walk is also a method of judgment. Show me a man’s well-worn boot, or a woman’s shoe, and I’ll tell 3rou the state of their love in five minutes.
If I was a 3roung woman, I would
marry the man whose avowed affection for me survived a good strong course of cathartic medicine, and cold baths in the winter. It’s astonishing to behold the effect of cold water poured down the back of an ardent lover.
It will make him swear, very likety.
If
love is so ethereal, why is it always thus affected by blue-pills and shower-baths?
Why can’t it withstand hunger, cold, sea-sickness,
and calomel ? If love isn’t material, why do honeymoons degenerate into the worst sort of vinegar so soon ? In conclusion, let me say, that while contending for the materiality of love, I do not deny the existence of a moral force somewhat analogous.
They call this force religion, and its domain
is the human soul, just as love is in the human bod3^.
We shall
outlive all earthly loves and all earthly unions ; for the only mission of love is to stock the world. at death, we shall
carry our
To that country where we go religion, our hopes, affections,
memories, faith, justice, pity, mercy, benevolence, generosity, and goodness ; but purely earthly phases of love are'then left behind. We shall no longer fall before it, no longer struggle in its toils no longer be led astray by its falsehoods, or be pierced b3r its arrows.
When I get there, I expect to grow new loves, fitted and
adapted to the new conditions.
When there, it will be time
enough to exercise my “ divine loves and nature,” for there, perhaps, the3" will be needed ; but while here our time is best employed in purifying the
every-day
cleansing the human loves.
human lives, and cultivating
and
Philosophers may call us all by the
title “ angel; ” perhaps they are such, but as for me, I am only a poor, weak, fallible, erring man.
must part or fall!
The only safety is in instant flight!
This
thing is thought to be a mental or spiritual affair ; it is not so!
It
is physical. The tests of diseased love are various; but a harsh, cracked voice is an infallible sign.
A deep, round, full-toned one is a sign
of health. The walk is also a method of judgment. Show me a man’s well-worn boot, or a woman’s shoe, and I’ll tell 3rou the state of their love in five minutes.
If I was a 3roung woman, I would
marry the man whose avowed affection for me survived a good strong course of cathartic medicine, and cold baths in the winter. It’s astonishing to behold the effect of cold water poured down the back of an ardent lover.
It will make him swear, very likety.
If
love is so ethereal, why is it always thus affected by blue-pills and shower-baths?
Why can’t it withstand hunger, cold, sea-sickness,
and calomel ? If love isn’t material, why do honeymoons degenerate into the worst sort of vinegar so soon ? In conclusion, let me say, that while contending for the materiality of love, I do not deny the existence of a moral force somewhat analogous.
They call this force religion, and its domain
is the human soul, just as love is in the human bod3^.
We shall
outlive all earthly loves and all earthly unions ; for the only mission of love is to stock the world. at death, we shall
carry our
To that country where we go religion, our hopes, affections,
memories, faith, justice, pity, mercy, benevolence, generosity, and goodness ; but purely earthly phases of love are'then left behind. We shall no longer fall before it, no longer struggle in its toils no longer be led astray by its falsehoods, or be pierced b3r its arrows.
When I get there, I expect to grow new loves, fitted and
adapted to the new conditions.
When there, it will be time
enough to exercise my “ divine loves and nature,” for there, perhaps, the3" will be needed ; but while here our time is best employed in purifying the
every-day
cleansing the human loves.
human lives, and cultivating
and
Philosophers may call us all by the
title “ angel; ” perhaps they are such, but as for me, I am only a poor, weak, fallible, erring man.
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