The Pulaski Citizen

Woman's Power.

From his cradle to his grave man relies for his happiness upon the love of woman, says a southern writer. His light, his joy, his very life, depends blindly and trustingly upon the mother love that nurses his infant years, tends his childhood, trains his youth and rejoices in his manhood. Infinitely holy, utterly self-sacrificing, pure, noble, beautiful is the "maternal instinct"—and knowing the heights of it, proving its strength, seeing its abnegation of self, men call it divine—and so realize the love of God unto all humanity. Yet even from this fount of exquisite tenderness they leave and cling to their wives, possessing in them everything. Wonderful and peculiar is the great mingling of human hearts, of organisms irresistibly attracted, of souls that feel with and for each other, of two brains forming one mind, of two lives and loves from which spring other lives and yet another love—parental affection.

This is true marriage, and in this state woman is most lovely. Standing on an equality with her husband, she is adviser and assistant—the sharer of his happiness and his troubles, his helpmeet, his comfort, his joy.

That there are marriages far different from this is true, most unhappily; but even here woman shows her power—for evil if she chooses to curse, or good if she desires to bless and ennoble the life thus brought beneath her personal influence. A great poet says that As the husband is the wife is; thou art mated with a clown. And the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.

This is entirely fallacious. It will always be the strongest that leads, whether their strength be of an intellectual or moral force, and a woman of refined mind

A man finds his warmest, his most tender, his most unselfish friend in a woman. Possessing no interests that clash with his, she believes in him thoroughly and hopefully and her great faith in his powers encourages him to be up to her standard of belief.