“O time roll on thy sluggish wheels, and haste the day
“When joys like these shall decorate MY way.”
If it be true, that our pleasures are chiefly of a comparative or
reflected kind--How supreme must be theirs, who continually reflect on
each other, the portraitures of happiness---whose amusements---
“Tho’ varied still---are still the same---in infinite progression.”
How tranquil is the state of that bosom, which has, as it were, a door
perpetually open to the reception of joy, or departure of pain, by
uninterrupted confidence in, and sympathy with, the object of its
affection! I know of no part of the single or bachelor’s estate, more
irksome than the privation we feel by it, of any friendly breast in
which to pour our delights, or from whence to extract an antidote for
whatever may chance to give us pain---The mind of a good man, I believe
to be rather communicative than torpid:---If so, how often may a youth,
of even the best principles, expose himself to very disagreeable
sensations, from sentiments inadvertently dropped, or a confidence
improperly reposed!---What, but silence, can be recommended to them;
since, in breaking it: so much danger is incurred, among those little
interested in our welfare? A good heart, it is true, need not fear the
exposition of its amiable contents:---But, alas, is it always a security
for us, that we mean well, when our expressions are liable to be
misconstrued by such as appear to lie in wait only to pervert them to
some ungenerous purpose?
The charms, then, of social life, and the sweets of domestic
conversation, are no small incitements to the marriage state.--What more
agreeable than the conversation of an intelligent, amiable, and
interesting friend? But who more intelligent than a well-educated
female? What more amiable than gentleness and sensibility itself? Or
what friend more interesting than such a one as we have selected from
the whole world, to be our steady companion, in every vicissitude of
seasons or of life?
“Give me some companion,” says Sterne, “in my journey, be it only to
remark to, how our shadows lengthen as the sun goes down; to whom I may
say, how fresh is the face of nature! How sweet the flowers of the
field! How delicious are these fruits!”
If either of these parties be versed in music, what a tide of innocent
delight must it prove,---to soothe in adversity, to humanize in
prosperity, to compose in noise, and to command serenity in every
situation. If books have any charms for them, (and must they not be
tasteless, if they have not) well might the poet of nature place them in
company like this:
“An elegant sufficiency, content,
“Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books,
“Ease, and alternate labour, useful life,
“Progressive virtue, and approving heaven.”
What a transition is it from what a Shakespear wrote, to what a Handel
played! How charming a relaxation from the necessary avocations of
business!----“Of business do you say?”---Yes; for I number this too,
among the pleasures of the happily married. Let the lady find agreeable
employment at home, in the domestic œconomy of her household, but let
the gentleman be pursuing by unremitted and honest industry, new
comforts for her, for his children, and for himself.
Is there not some gratification too, in reflecting, that the blessings
of the marriage state, are more secure and permanent than most others,
which fall within the compass of human life?---it is the haven of a sea
of gallantries, of turbulence, and fears. Other friendships are seen to
fade, to languish, and to die, by removal of abode, by variance of
interest, by injuries, or even by mistakes: but this is co-equal with
life, the present existence has been called a state of trial, and of
preparation for a better, marriage is the perfection of it, here our
education is completed, all the sympathies and affections of the
citizen, the parent, and the friend, have their fullest spheres assigned
them; and, doubtless, that pair, who in this engagement, are truly happy
and irreproachable, must have so qualified themselves by a thousand
instances of mutual affection and forbearance, for an improved state of
manners and society, that they may be pronounced to have reached the
pinnacle of human felicity, from whence to Heaven, the transition will
neither be difficult nor strange; for that is the _home_ to which the
best improvements of social life are only framed to conduct us.---
“Evening comes at last, serene and mild,
“When after the long vernal day of life,
“Enamour’d more, as more remembrance swells,
“With many a proof of recollected love;
“Together down they sink in social sleep;
“Together freed, their gentle spirits fly
“To scenes where love and bliss immortal reign.”
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_NEW-YORK._