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Woman 's affections are deep , consequently her troubles may be made to sink deep . Although you may not be able to mark the traces of her grief and the furrowings of her anguish upon her winning countenance , yet be assured they are nevertheless preying upon her inward person , sapping the very foundation of that heart which alone was made for the weal and not the woe of man . The deep recesses of the soul are fields for their operation . But they are not destined simply to take the regions of the heart for their dominion , they are not satisfied merely with interrupting her better feelings ; but after a while you may see the blooming cheek beginning to droop and fade , her intelligent eye no longer sparkles with the starry light of heaven , her vibrating pulse long since changed its regular motion , and her palpitating bosom beats once more for the midday of her glory . Anxiety and care ultimately throw her into the arms of the haggard and grim monster death . But , oh , how patient , under every pining influence ! Let us view the matter in bolder colors ; see her when the dearest object of her affections recklessly seeks every bacchanalian pleasure , contents himself with the last rubbish of creation .