Lancaster Gazette

JEALOUSY.

Among the numerous passions to which nature, or perhaps more properly, conspiring circumstances, have granted a harbour in the human heart, there is none so detestable as jealousy. It is the legitimate parent of many vices. It clouds the reason, distracts the fancy, darkens the understanding, and irritates the mind. In the bosom where this unfortunate passion may have gained admission, the finer feelings of our nature can have no dominion; and to view them in others, in the full exercise of all their benevolent powers serves but to harrow up in our own breast the turbulent sensations which often play in awful conflict around the heart, and shadow the countenance with the frowns of bitterness and discontent. Where is the man who has ever enjoyed the sweets of refined society, and around whose heart the glowing embers of untiring friendship have ever spread their warming influence, that can suffer this contaminating passion to creep unheeded in his bosom? Or where is the man whose mind has ever been enlightened by the advantages of a liberal education, who can look with jealousy on the enjoyments of his neighbour? There are no such men. Intelligence affords no succour to the corroding passions of degenerate nature; and a mind improved by education and society is not a soil that will rear so foul a plant as jealousy or envy.