et, who wrote from his own delicate soul, tells us that

"Cords, which vibrate sweetest pleasure,
Thrill the deepest notes of _woe_."

So is it, that she who feels most keenly each pulsation of joy, is alive
to corresponding tones of sorrow. The obtuse may receive less positive
joy from the happy events that befall them; but let us not forget that
they suffer also less than the acutely sensitive. Says one of this sex,
of a powerful mind, and a sagacious remarker, "I have seldom met with a
truly cheerful-minded, and contented woman." How should this be, unless
the soul often loses its harmony, and then gives forth discordant notes,
proportioned to its primitive melody? We admire the Corinthian column.
Its lightness and grace are replete with beauty. Yet, in the storms of
this rude world, how often does it prove a fragile thing. The gayest
smile on the fairest face preaches fearful susceptibilities of
disappointment and grief.

Woman is tried moreover by her natural Imaginativeness. The superior
force and activity of this trait in her character can hardly be denied.
She anticipates, in the day of health and happiness, more coming good,
than man dares expect. Fancy creates round her a world of bliss.

"Evermore her eye
Is busy in the distance, shaping things
That make her heart beat quick."

She dreams of golden gains, of victory, conquest, and triumph. The car
of fortune bears her, amid gilded honors, with a subjugated world in her
train.

Or, do gloom and despondency come over her, imagination, not content
with the cloud of to-day, summons from the deep, dark piles, that are
charged with storm and tempest. Let her once begin, with high credit, to
borrow trouble, and the future shall be well nigh drained of its myriad
sorrows. She becomes fancy-bankrupt. An incident of recent occurrence,
illustrates the transition from one to the opposite of these conditions.
A young lady was seen wandering by the banks of the Hudson, wailing, and
wringing her hands for grief. She related to a spectator the occasion of
this grief. A sister-in-law, to whose dwelling the death of her mother
had compelled her to resort, had treated her so cruelly, that she had
fled from her face, and had now no home or friend on earth. Touched with
her troubles, a circle of generous spirits contributed a large sum to
her relief. Such was the sudden ecstasy of her joy that she became
actually frantic.

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