The Daily Dispatch: July 25, 1861., [Electronic resource]

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Beautiful Sentiment

--A man without some sort of religion is, at best, a poor reprobate — the football of destiny, with no tie linking him to infinity, and to the wondrous eternity that is within him; but a woman without it is even worse — a flame without heat, a rainbow without color, a flower without perfume.

A man may, in some sort, tie his frail hopes and honors with wear, shifting ground tackle, to his business of the world; but a woman without the anchor called Faith, is a drift and a wreck. A man may clumsily continue a kind of responsibility or motive, but can find no basic in any other system of right action than that of spiritual faith. A man may craze his thoughts and his brain to thoughtfulness in such poor harborage as Fame and Reputation may spread before him; but a woman — where can she put her hope in storms, if not in heaven?

And that sweet truthfulness — that abiding love, that endearing hope, mellowing every scene of life, lighting them with pleasant radiance, when the world's cold storms break like an army with smoking cannon — what can bestow it all but a holy soul-tie to what is stronger than army with cannon? Who that has enjoyed the love of a God-loving mother, but will echo the thought with energy and hallow it with a tear?--Ike Marvel.