It nerves the arm of the warrior
when absent from the dear object of his devoted attachment, when he
reflects, that his confidence in her regard was never misplaced; but
yet, amidst the dangers of his profession, he sighs for his abode of
domestic happiness, where the breath of calumny never entered, and where
the wily and lustful seducer, if he dared to put his foot, shrunk back
aghast with shame and confusion, like Satan when he first beheld the
primitive innocence and concord between Adam and Eve in the Garden of
Eden. It adds a zest to the toils of the peasant, and his heart expands
with joy and gratitude when he returns in the evening to his ivy-mantled
cottage, and finds his wife assiduously engaged in the household duties
of his family. And it soothes the mind of the lunatic during the lucid
intervals of the aberration of his intellects, and tends more than
anything else to restore him to reason. In fact, there is no calamity
that is incident to man, but that female constancy will assuage. Whether
in sickness or health, in prosperity or poverty, in mirth or sadness,
(vicissitudes which form the common lot of mankind in their pilgrimage
through this life;) the loveliness of this inestimable blessing will
shine forth, like the sun on a misty morning, and preserve the even
temperature of the mind.
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