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Literary
January 6, 1818
The Rhode Island American, And General Advertiser
Providence, Providence County, Rhode Island
What is this article about?
Philosophical essay extolling woman's otherworldly virtues and purity, the restorative power of sympathy in healing personal afflictions, the inner paradise found in adversity, and the necessity of restraining passions for true virtue and elevation.
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Woman is here an alien, a wanderer from some brighter sphere. She still retains the impressions of a purer nature; she has ideas of truth and goodness, which belong to a better order of beings. Her virtues are like a few precious pages of some divine work, redeemed from Herculaneum, of which the original is lost. The felicity to which the world leads us, she has brought us with her from a purer world. It is a soft, delicious strain; a few desultory notes, belonging to a melody not learned on earth, or woman is the mock-bird of Paradise.
It is with the tears wiped from other eyes, that we heal our own bosom wounds. It is by renouncing selfishness and cherishing sympathy, that the once wretched, despairing man, restored to the privileges of a human being, learns to say, "It is good for me to have been afflicted."
There is a little world within the soul, which was surely reserved for the unprosperous, or those at least who have no part in the revolutions of fortune. It is the Paradise of adversity, into which the great cannot enter.
The young man who would rise above an ordinary level in fame or virtue, must restrain the vagrant impulses, which either render him weak or wicked, miserable or contemptible. The passions, after having been tyrants, become slaves in their turn.
Woman is here an alien, a wanderer from some brighter sphere. She still retains the impressions of a purer nature; she has ideas of truth and goodness, which belong to a better order of beings. Her virtues are like a few precious pages of some divine work, redeemed from Herculaneum, of which the original is lost. The felicity to which the world leads us, she has brought us with her from a purer world. It is a soft, delicious strain; a few desultory notes, belonging to a melody not learned on earth, or woman is the mock-bird of Paradise.
It is with the tears wiped from other eyes, that we heal our own bosom wounds. It is by renouncing selfishness and cherishing sympathy, that the once wretched, despairing man, restored to the privileges of a human being, learns to say, "It is good for me to have been afflicted."
There is a little world within the soul, which was surely reserved for the unprosperous, or those at least who have no part in the revolutions of fortune. It is the Paradise of adversity, into which the great cannot enter.
The young man who would rise above an ordinary level in fame or virtue, must restrain the vagrant impulses, which either render him weak or wicked, miserable or contemptible. The passions, after having been tyrants, become slaves in their turn.
What sub-type of article is it?
Essay
What themes does it cover?
Moral Virtue
Temperance
What keywords are associated?
Woman Virtues
Sympathy Healing
Adversity Paradise
Self Restraint
Moral Reflection
Literary Details
Key Lines
Woman Is Here An Alien, A Wanderer From Some Brighter Sphere. She Still Retains The Impressions Of A Purer Nature; She Has Ideas Of Truth And Goodness, Which Belong To A Better Order Of Beings.
It Is With The Tears Wiped From Other Eyes, That We Heal Our Own Bosom Wounds. It Is By Renouncing Selfishness And Cherishing Sympathy, That The Once Wretched, Despairing Man, Restored To The Privileges Of A Human Being, Learns To Say, "It Is Good For Me To Have Been Afflicted."
There Is A Little World Within The Soul, Which Was Surely Reserved For The Unprosperous, Or Those At Least Who Have No Part In The Revolutions Of Fortune. It Is The Paradise Of Adversity, Into Which The Great Cannot Enter.
The Young Man Who Would Rise Above An Ordinary Level In Fame Or Virtue, Must Restrain The Vagrant Impulses, Which Either Render Him Weak Or Wicked, Miserable Or Contemptible.