California Farmer and Journal of Useful Sciences, Volume 8, Number 2, 24 July 1857 — Woman—The Difference. [ARTICLE]

Woman—The Difference.

As the dove will clap its wings to its side, and cover and conceal the arrow that is preying on its vitals, so it is the nature of woman to hide from the world the pangs of wounded altection. With her the desire of the heart has failed. The great charm of existence is at an end. She neglects all the cheerful exercises that gladden the spirits, quicken the pulse, and send the tide of life in healthful currents through the veins. Her rest is broken, the sweet refreshment oi sleep is poisoned by melancholy dreams, 11 dry sorrow drinks her "blood," until her feeble frame sinks under the last external assailant. Look for her after a little while, and you find friendship weeping over her untimely grave, and wondering that one who but lately glowed with all the radiance of strength and beauty, should now be brought down to '• darkness and the worm." You will be told of some slight indisposition that laid her low, but no one knows the mental malady that previously sapped her strength, and made her so easy a prey to the spoiler. The above is from Washington Irving. Now hear Julius Ciesar Hannibal upon tho same interesting topic: '• Dey may rail against woman as much as dey like, dey can't set me up against dem. I hab always in life found dem fust in lob. fust in a quarrel, fust in de dance, de fust in de ice cream saloon, and de fust bess and last in de sick room. What would we poor debils do without dem? Let us be born as young, as ugly, and as helpless as we please, and a woman's arms are open to recebe us. She it am who gubs us our fuss dose ob castor oil, and puts cloze 'pon our helplessly naked limbs, and cubers up our foots and toses in long flannel petticoats; and it am she who, as we grow up. tills our dinner basket wid doe-nuts and apples as we start to skool, and lick us when we tear our trowsis. It is she who. in our manhood, makes de moon brighter and bigger, and de stars to twinkle in de firminent, wid de splendid glory. (For take woman out ob de world, and it would lose much of its beauty.) It is she who robs trouble of half its sting, when de trouble ain't 'bout anudder woman. It am she who watches in de sick room, and gubs you the caloiner and jollop and rubub, and curran jelly, and it am she who sticks to you in de last hour ob life, and consoles de trnbled spirit as long as it sticks to dis mortal body. Who cau help lubiu woman ?"