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CULMINATES IN BLISS.

THE WORTH OF WOMAN'S LOVE.

Oh, speak not lightly of A woman's love! It is her paramount, Especial jewel, over which keep guard All things most rare in her tenacious sex. Its radiant truth, its fragrant chastity; Its goodness of the 'haviour of the heavens ; Its modesty-enchantment of all theseSetting them off with veil, more rare and rich Than ever needle broider'd o'er the loom.

J. S. Knowles. ITS POTENCY.

Mightier far Than strength of nerve and sinew, or the

sway Of magic, potent over sun and star, Is Love; though oft to agony distrest, And though his favourite seat be feeble woman's breast.

Wordsworth.

When it doth reach
A white, unflickering, fear-consuming glow,

And, knowing it is known as it doth know,
Needs no assuring word or soothing speech :
It craves but silent nearness, so to rest,
No sound, no movement, love not heard

but felt, Longer and longer still, till time should

melt, A snow-flake on the eternal ocean's breast. Have moments of this silence starr'd thy

past, Made memory a glory-haunted place, Taught all the joy that mortal ken can

trace ? By greater light 'tis but a shadow cast.

Frances Ridley Havergal.

FIRST AND LAST.

THE PRAYER OF EARTHLY LOVE. My first love and my last, so far, so near,

UNSEEN she pray'd So strong, so weak, so comprehensible

With all the still, small whispers of the night, In these encircling arms, so undescribed

And with the searching glances of the stars, In any thought that shapes thee ; so divine,

And with her God alone. She lifted up So softly gentle, that to either stretch

Her sad, sweet voice, while trembling o'er Extreme and farthest tether of desire,

her head It finds thee still.

Sydney Dobell. The dark leaves thrilld with prayer--the

tearful prayer ITS TRUTH.

Of woman's quenchless yet repentant love: My love's so true,

“ Father of spirits, hear! That I can neither hide it where it is,

Look on the inmost soul to Thee reveald, Nor show it where 'tis not.

Look on the fountain of the burning tear, Dryden.

Before thy sight in solitude unseald !

“ Hear, Father ! hear and aid ! HER dropt eyelids suggest the soft answer If I have loved too well, if I have shed, beneath,

In my vain fondness, o'er a mortal head And the little quick smiles come and go with Gifts, in thy shrine, my God, more fitly laid ;

her breath When she sigheth or speaketh.

“ If I have sought to live E. B. Browning,

But in one light, and made a mortal eye

The lonely star of my idolatry; HATH NO BASES IN BEAUTY ONLY.

Thou, that art Love, oh! pity and forgive ! His love is treacherous only whose love | “Chasten'd and schoold at last, dies

No more my struggling spirit burns ; With beauty, which is varying every hour ;

But fix'd on Thee, from that vain worship But in chaste hearts, uninfluenced by the

turns ! power

What have I said ? the deep dream is not Of outward change, there blooms a deathless

past. flower,

“ Yet hear! If still I love, That breathes on earth the air of paradise.

Wordsworth.

Oh still too fondly-if for ever seen

An earthly image comes my soul between,

And thy calm glory, Father, throned above ; MAGIC. Oh, magic of love! unembellish'd by you,

“ If still a voice is near, Has the garden a blush or the herbage a hue?

(Even while I strive these wanderings to Or blooms there a prospect in nature or art

control.) Like the vista that shines through the eye to

An earthly voice, disquieting my soul the heart?

Moore.

With its deep music, too intensely dear;

“O Father, draw to Thee While in the rosy vale

My lost affections back; the dreaming eye Love breathed his infant sighs, from anguish Clear from the mist, sustain the heart that free,

dies; And full replete with bliss ; save the sweet

Give the worn soul once more its pinions free. pain, That, inly thrilling, but exalts it more. “I must love on, O God!

Thomson. This bosom must love on! but let thy

breath Ne may love be compeld to maistery ;

Touch and make pure the flame that knows Fo soone as maistery comes, sweet love anon

not death, Taketh his nimble winges, and soone away is Bearing it up to heaven-Love's own abode !" gone. Spenser.

Mrs. Hemans.

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GUARDS AND CARES FOR ITS OBJECT. The gentle maid feels its magic power,

As she dreams of love in twilight hour; "How can the rose grow," cried a wise 1A

And fancy paints with more vivid ray man of old, "without sunshine ?” How can

The cloudless joy of her future way; the violet blooin on the salty soil ? Lo !

And her eyes flash forth a brighter beam women are flowers, that are always becoming

At the visions sweet in love's young dream. more beautiful and fragrant the more they are guarded and cared for. But men should be keepers in the garden of beauty; they The youth just launch'd on the sea of life may rejoice themselves in the fragrance of Feels a firmer strength to bear its strife, the lowers, but they may not rumple them | When he thinks of one whose lovely face with rude hands. Just as the weed is rooted First won his heart by its witching grace ; from the flower-bed, so should all that is And he thinks no burden too great will base and common be removed far away from

seemthe neighbourhood of woman! Tread upon He sees by the light of love's young dream. the rose with thy feet, and its thorns amaze thee; watch over it with love and care, and

And when the glad days of youth are spent, it will bloom and be fragrant, an ornament to

The eye grows dim and the form is bent, itself and thee. Make thyself of thine own

Then memory oft with a soothing power accord a slave to a woman, and she will not

Will picture again some moonlit bower; bear it, but will herself bow before thee, and

And no hour of life so sweet will seem, in thankful love look up to thee as her lord ;

As the one that pass'd in love's young dream. make a woman by force thy slave, and she

Anon. will bear it still less, but will seek by craft and cunning to obtain dominion over thee. For the empire of love is the empire of contradictions ; the wise man marks this, and

WOMAN'S DESTINY. acts accordingly.

AFFECTION is woman's only element; to Anon. love, to look up, is her only destiny ; and,

if unfulfilled, nothing can supply its place.

Life has no real business for her beyond the For me be witness, all ye host of heaven,

sweet beating of her own heart dwelling in That thou art dear to me ; Dearer than day to one whom sight must

the shadow of another's. She may crowd

her days with gaiety, variety, and what leave, Dearer than life to one who fears to die.

are called amusements; she will do so

only to find their insufficiency; she needs Lee,

the strength of duty and the interest of

affection, THE INFLUENCE OF WOMAN WHEN

Anon, EDUCATED. WOMEN govern us; let us render them

CATCHING LOVE. perfect; the more they are enlightened, so I FALLING in love and running in love are much the more shall we be. On the culti both, as everybody knows, common enough; vation of the mind of women depends the and yet less so than what I shall call catching wisdom of men. It is by women that nature love. Where the love itself is imprudent, writes on the hearts of men.

that is to say, where there is some just pruSheridan. dential cause or impediment why the two

parties should not be joined in holy matriLOVE'S FIRST DREAM.

mony, there is generally some degree of

culpable imprudence in catching it, because It comes when the heart is blithe and free,

the danger is always to be apprehended, As waves that dance on the rippling sea ;

and may in most cases be avoided. But It comes when the s ep is firm and light,

sometimes the circumstances may be such as The cheek is fresh and the eye is bright leave no room for censure, even when there And it weaves its spell till a! ihese seem

may be most cause for compassion. To wear the fair hue of love's first dream.

Southey.

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