MAN'S LOVE.

IT must ever be borne in mind that man's love, even its happiest exercise, is not like woman's; for while she employs herself. through every hour in fondly weaving the beloved image into all her thoughts, he gives to her comparatively few of his; and of these, perhaps, not the loftiest nor the best. It is a wise beginning, then, for every married woman to make up her mind to have many rivals, too, in her husband's attentions, though not in his love; and among these I would mention one whose claims it is folly to dispute I refer to the journal or newspaper of the day, of whose absorbing interest some wives are weak enough to evince a sort of ' childish jealousy, when they ought rather to congratulate themselves that their most formidable rival is one of paper.

ITS CHASTE PURITY.

Mrs. Ellis.

THE LESSON OF LOVE.

Charles, must I say, what strange it seems to say,

This rebel heart that Love hath held as naught,

Or, haply, in his cunning mazes caught, Would laugh, and let his captive steal away; This simple heart hath now become his prey;

Yet hath no golden tress this lesson taught, No vermeil cheek that shames the rising day. Oh, no! 'twas beauty's most celestial ray,

With charms divine of sovereign sweetness fraught!

The noble mien, the soul-dissolving air, The bright arch bending o'er the lucid eye, The voice, that breathing melody so rare, Might lead the toil'd morn from the middle sky!

Charles, when such mischief arm'd this foreign fair,

Small chance had I to hope this simple heart should fly.

Langhorne.

WOMAN'S LOVE A HOLY LIGHT.

Oh! woman's love's a holy light!

And when 'tis kindled ne'er can die; It lives though treachery and slight

To quench the constant flame may try.
Like ivy, where it grows 'tis seen
To wear an everlasting green;
Like ivy, too, 'tis found to cling
Too often round a worthless thing--

Oh, woman's love! at times it may
Seem cold or clouded, but it burns
With true undeviating ray,

Nor ever from its idol turns-
Its sunshine is a smile,-a frown
The heavy cloud that weighs it down;
A tear its weapon is-beware

Of woman's tears,--there's danger there!
Its sweetest place on which to rest,
A constant and confiding breast-
Its joy, to meet-its death, to part-
Its sepulchre, a broken heart.

Anon.

TRUE LOVE CHANGES NOT.

Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : Oh no! it is an ever-fixèd mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out, e'en to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me proved

I never writ, nor no man ever love1.

Shakespeare.

THE BOASTER VANQUISHED.

Sir Launcelot boasted he never would wed; He was proof against "woman's wiles," he said,

And would lead the life of the free.

A smile would but glance from his shield of

scorn,

A tear would be miss'd on the way it was borne,

And an army of Cupids, airy and dim,
Would fail in their aim if they aimèd at him;
He never would marry-not he.

But Sir Launcelot's shield was lost in the fray,

And his heart of stone was melted to clay; He was vanquish'd in spite of his boast ;

One smiling face dispell'd the dark frown ;
A single aim had brought him down,-
'Twas only a waiting-maiden that won :
At a country inn his wooing was done;
With a basin of milk and some toast.

Sir Launcelot's pleading already begun; The maiden glanced slyly (as if at the sun) At the suitor so tender-so gay.

She thought she might love, yet she feared to try;

With an innocent pride she was bashful and

coy,

And she trembled as tenderer words he said, As if his breath were a breeze she must dread,

Lest it blew all her summer away.

Sir Launcelot married, the news travell'd far: His boast was remember'd-most evil things

are

And the world laugh'd aloud in its mirth. But Sir Launcelot said he had grown more wise,

For an angel had dropp'd from her place in the skies;

And 'twas not the woman he loved, though he knew

That her face was fair, and her eyes were

blue.

'Twas the heart that he loved, for 'twas tender and true,

And bore none of the fashion of earth,
Frederick S. Mills.

WOMAN'S MISSION.

The influence of women is, or ought to be, a moral influence; and that it may have its full effect, the main object of their education ought to be to expand and perfect their moral nature, and to implant deeply the fact of their influence, and their own consequent responsibilities. This foundation being laid, let women be elegant, be accomplished, be everything that society requires of them; but let them not forget that these powers are not given for themselves, but for God's glory and the good of their fellow-creatures. Thus

MUSIC FROM LIPS WE LOVE.

If even words are sweet, what, what is song
When lips we love the melody prolong?
How thrills the soul and vibrates to that lay,
Swells with the glorious sound, or dies away!
How to the cadence of the simplest words
That ever hung upon the wild harp's chords
The breathless heart lies listening, as it felt
All life within it on that music dwelt ;
And hush'd the beating pulse's rapid power,
By its own will, for that enchanted hour.
Hon. Mrs. Norton. \

REFLECTED BY NATURE.

Love is a mirror, love, bright in the dawn, Where blue eyes see true eyes, and black eyes see bright;

Where maidens go peeping, as peepeth the fawn

In the stream that the stars love and fondle by night.

Then, as pure as thou art,

It will chasten the heart:

Then love is as virtue, love, peaceful and white.

Love is a river, love, fair in the day,

And flowers grow thickly and sweet on its brink;

And maidens will pluck them, and cast them away,

Till one bud or blossom, one blue-bell or pink,

In falling will take

A heart in its wake,

And maiden will follow, love, follow and Evelyn Jerrold.

sink.

THE STEDFAST Love of woman.

Thrice happy she that is so well assured
Unto herself, and settled so in heart,
That neither will for better be allured,

Ne fears to worse with any chance to start, But like a steady ship doth strongly part The raging waves, and keeps her course aright;

Ne ought for tempest doth from it depart, Ne ought for fairer weather's false delight. Such self-assurance need not fear the spight

Of grudging foes, ne favour seek of friends; But in the stay of her own stedfast might, Neither to one herself or other bends. Most happy she that most assured doth rest, But he most happy who such one loves best. Spenser.

JEALOUS LOVE.

Such love is like a smoky fire In a cold morning; though the fire be cheerful,

Yet is the smoke so sour and cumbersome, 'Twere better lose the fire than find the

smoke.

Such an attendant then as smoke to fire Is jealousy to love; better want both Than have both.

Storer.

EVER FRESH AND NEW.

Love is a thing to walk with, hand in hand, Through the every-dayness of this work-day world,

Baring its tender feet to every roughness,
Yet letting not one heart-beat go astray
From Beauty's law of plainness and content;
A simple, fire-side thing, whose quiet smile
Can warm earth's poorest hovel to a home;
Which, when our autumn cometh, as it must,
And life in the chill wind shivers bare and
leafless,

Shall still be blest with Indian-summer youth
In bleak November, and, with thankful heart,
Smile on its ample stores of garner'd fruit,
As full of sunshine to our agèd eyes
As when it nursed the blossoms of our spring.
Such is true love, which steals into the heart
With feet as silent as the lightsome dawn
That kisses smooth the rough brows of the
dark,