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Literary
February 3, 1849
Sunbury American
Sunbury, Northumberland County, Pennsylvania
What is this article about?
A reflective prose essay comparing the fragility of early marriage to a young vine, which hardens with time and love into enduring strength, emphasizing mutual confidence, family joys, and the delights of children as sources of comfort and happiness.
OCR Quality
98%
Excellent
Full Text
Man and wife are equally concerned to avoid an offence of each other in the beginning of their conversation; every little thing can blast an infant blossom; and the breath of the south can shake the little rings of the vine, when first they begin to curl like the locks of a new-weaned boy: but when by age and consolation they stiffen into the hardness of a stem, and have, by the warm embraces of the sun and the kisses of heaven brought forth their clusters, they can endure the storms of the north, and the loud noises of a tempest, and yet never be broken; so are the early unions of an unfixed marriage; watchful and observant, jealous and busy, inquisitive and careful, and apt to take alarm at every unkind word.
After the hearts of the man and the wife are endeared and hardened by a mutual confidence and experience, longer than artifice and pretence can last, there are a great many remembrances, and some things present, that dash all little unkindnesses in pieces. There is nothing can please a man without love; and if a man be weary of all the wise discourses of the apostles, and of the innocency of an even and a private fortune, or hates peace, or a fruitful year, he hath reaped thorns and thistles from the choicest flowers of Paradise; or nothing can sweeten felicity itself but love; but when a man dwells in love, then the breasts of his wife are pleasant as the droppings upon the hill of Hermon. Her eyes are fair as the light of heaven; she is a fountain sealed, and he can quench his thirst, and ease his cares, and lay his sorrows down upon her lap, and can retire home to his sanctuary and refectory, and his gardens of sweetness and chaste refreshments.
No man can tell but he that loves his children, how many delicious accents make a man's heart dance in the pretty conversation of those dear pledges; their childishness, their stammering, their little angers, their innocence, their imperfections, their necessities, are so many little emanations of joy and comfort to him that delights in their persons and society.
After the hearts of the man and the wife are endeared and hardened by a mutual confidence and experience, longer than artifice and pretence can last, there are a great many remembrances, and some things present, that dash all little unkindnesses in pieces. There is nothing can please a man without love; and if a man be weary of all the wise discourses of the apostles, and of the innocency of an even and a private fortune, or hates peace, or a fruitful year, he hath reaped thorns and thistles from the choicest flowers of Paradise; or nothing can sweeten felicity itself but love; but when a man dwells in love, then the breasts of his wife are pleasant as the droppings upon the hill of Hermon. Her eyes are fair as the light of heaven; she is a fountain sealed, and he can quench his thirst, and ease his cares, and lay his sorrows down upon her lap, and can retire home to his sanctuary and refectory, and his gardens of sweetness and chaste refreshments.
No man can tell but he that loves his children, how many delicious accents make a man's heart dance in the pretty conversation of those dear pledges; their childishness, their stammering, their little angers, their innocence, their imperfections, their necessities, are so many little emanations of joy and comfort to him that delights in their persons and society.
What sub-type of article is it?
Essay
What themes does it cover?
Love Romance
Moral Virtue
What keywords are associated?
Marriage
Love
Family
Endurance
Children
Vine Metaphor
Mutual Confidence
Literary Details
Form / Style
Prose Reflection On Marriage And Family
Key Lines
Every Little Thing Can Blast An Infant Blossom; And The Breath Of The South Can Shake The Little Rings Of The Vine, When First They Begin To Curl Like The Locks Of A New Weaned Boy
They Can Endure The Storms Of The North, And The Loud Noises Of A Tempest, And Yet Never Be Broken; So Are The Early Unions Of An Unfixed Marriage
There Is Nothing Can Please A Man Without Love
No Man Can Tell But He That Loves His Children, How Many Delicious Accents Make A Man's Heart Dance In The Pretty Conversation Of Those Dear Pledges