My Wife and I; Or, Harry Henderson's HistoryStowe, Harriet Beecher
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My Wife and I; Or, Harry Henderson's History
Stowe, Harriet Beecher
American fiction -- 19th century; Courtship -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction; Romance fiction
The fact is, you have been highly cultivated in certain departments;
your tastes would lead you into the world of art and literature. He has
been devoted to business, and in that way has amassed a fortune, but he
has no knowledge, and no habits that would prepare him to sympathise
with you.
I am not here undervaluing the worth of those strong, sterling qualities
which belong to an upright and vigorous man. There are many women who
are impressed by just that sort of power, and admire it in men, as they
do physical strength and courage; it dazzles their imagination, and they
fall in love accordingly. You happen to have another kind of fancy--he
is not of your sort.
But there are doubtless women whom he would fully satisfy; who would
find him a delightful companion who, in short, would be exactly what you
are not, in love with him. My dear, men need wives who are _in love_
with them. Simple tolerance is not enough to stand the strain of married
life, and to marry when you cannot truly love is to commit an act of
dishonesty and injustice. Remembering, therefore, that you are about to
do what never can be undone, and what must make or mar your whole
future, I speak this in all sincere plainness, because I am, and ever
must be,
Your affectionate and true friend,
M. COURTNEY.
[Ida Van Arsdel to Mrs. Courtney.]
_My Dear Friend_:--I am glad you have written as you have to Eva. It is
perfectly inexplicable to me that a girl of her general strength of
character can be so undecided. Eva has been deteriorating ever since she
came from Europe. This fashionable life is to mind and body just like a
hotbed to tender plants in summer, it wilts everything down. Eva was a
good scholar and I had great hopes of her. She had a warm heart; she has
really high and noble aspirations, but for two or three years past she
has done nothing but run down her health and fritter away her mind on
trifles. She is not half the girl she was at school, either mentally or
physically, and I am grieved and indignant at the waste. Her only chance
of escape and salvation is to marry a true man.
But when people set out as a first requisite that the man _must_ be
rich, how many are the chances of finding that?
The rich men of America are either rich men's sons, who, from all I have
seen of them, are poor trash enough, or business men, who have made
wealth by their own exertions. But how few there are who make money, who
do not sacrifice their spiritual and nobler natures to do it? How few
with whom the making of money is not the beginning, middle, and end of
life, and how little can such men do to uphold and elevate the moral
nature of a wife!
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