Gives out its knowledge; but her upraised eyes Then Love came-Love! How like a star it streamed And 't was as pure and almost cold a light, He loved: Oh how he loved! his heart was full The brave, and all to bow before its throne; O, melancholy Love! amid thy fears, Thy darkness, thy despair, there runs a vein The loved one will discover-and in vain, Else-wherefore else doth lovely woman keep And robs her bright eyes of their natural rays. Oh power of love, so fearful and so fair Life of our life on earth, yet kin to care Oh! thou day-dreaming spirit, who dost look Upon the future as the charmed book Of Fate, were opened to thine eyes alone Thou who dost cull from moments stolen and gone To deck the days to come-thy revellings Quick are fond women's sights and clear their powers, MRS. HEMANS. One We have heard much of late regarding the rights and sphere of woman. The topic has become trite. branch of the discussion, however, is worthy of careful notice the true theory of cultivated and liberal men on the subject. This has been greatly misunderstood. The idea has been often suggested that man is jealous of his alleged intellectual superiority, while little has been advanced in illustration of his genuine reverence for female character. Because the other sex cannot always find erudition so attractive as grace in woman, and strong mental traits so captivating as a beautiful disposition, it is absurdly argued that mind and learning are only honoured in masculine attire. The truth is, men of feeling instinctively recognize something higher than intellect. They feel that a noble and true soul is greater and more delightful than mere reason, however powerful; and they know that to this, extensive knowledge and active logical powers are not essential. It is not the attainments, or the literary talent, that they would have women abjure. They only pray that through and above these may appear the woman. They desire that the harmony of Nature may not be disturbed; that the essential foundations of love may not be invaded; that the sensibility, delicacy and quiet enthusiasm of the female heart may continue to awaken in man the tender reverence, which is one of the most elevating of his sentiments. Portia is highly intellectual; but even while arrayed in male costume and enacting the public advocate, the essential and captivating characteristics of her true sex inspire her mien and language. Vittoria Colonna was one of the most gifted spirits of her age-the favourite companion of Michael Angelo, but her life and works were but the eloquent development of exalted womanhood. Madame Roland displayed a strength of character singularly heroic, but her brave dignity was perfectly feminine. Isabella of Spain gave evidence of a mind remarkably comprehensive, and a rare degree of judgment; yet in perusing her history, we are never beguiled. from the feeling of her queenly character. There is an essential quality of sex, to be felt rather than described, and it is when this is marred, that a feeling of disappointment is the consequence. It is as if we should find violets growing on a tall tree. The triumphs of mind always command respect, but their style and trophies have diverse complexions in the two sexes. It is only when these distinctions are lost, that they fail to interest. It matters not how erudite or mentally gifted a woman may be, so that she remains in manner and feeling a woman. Such is the idea that man loves to see realized; and in cherishing it, he gives the highest proof of his estimation. of woman. He delights to witness the exercise of her noblest prerogative. He is charmed to behold her in the most effective attitude. He appreciates too truly the beauty and power of her nature to wish to see it arrayed in any but a becoming dress. There is such a thing as female science, philosophy and poetry, as there is female physiognomy and taste; not that their absolute qualities differ in the two sexes, but their relative aspect is distinct. Their sphere is as large and high, and infinitely more delicate and deep than that of man, though not so obvious. When they overstep their appropriate domain, much of their mental influence is lost. Freely and purely exerted, it is at once recognized and loved. Man delights to meet woman in the field of letters as well as in the arena of social life. There also is she his better angel. With exquisite satisfaction he learns at her feet the lessons of mental refinement and moral sensibility. From her teachings he catches a grace and sentiment unwritten by his own sex. Especially in poetry, beams, with starlike beauty, the light of her soul. There he reads the records of a woman's heart. He hears from her own lips how the charms of Nature and the mysteries of Life have wrought in her bosom. Of such women, Mrs. Hemans is the most cherished of our day. Life is the prime source of literature, and especially of its most effective and universal departments. Poetry should, therefore, be the offspring of deep experience. Otherwise it is superficial and temporary. What phase of existence is chiefly revealed to woman? Which domain of experience is she best fitted by her nature and position to illustrate? Undoubtedly, the influence and power of the affections. In these, her destiny is more completely involved, through these her mind more exclusively acts, than is the case with our sex. Accordingly, her insight is greater, and her interest more extensive in the sphere of the heart. With a quicker sympathy, and a finer perception, will she enter into the history and results of the affections. Accordingly, when the mantle of song falls upon a woman, we cannot but look for new revelations of sentiment. Not that the charms of Nature and the majesty of great events may not appropriately attract her muse; but with and around these, if she is a true poetess, we see ever entwined the delicate flowers that flourish in the atmosphere of home, and are reared to full maturity only under the training of woman. Thus the poetic in her character finds free development. She |