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PARTNERS IN JOY AND SORROW. Ah, to their hearts that place seem'd sweet.

Every man rejoices twice, when he has a Rich to the eyes

partner of his joy. A wife shares my sorrow, It show'd, with couch and tapestries

and makes it but a moiety ; but she swells Wrought all of precious stuffs and new,

my joy and makes it double. For so two From conquer'd East,-rich with a hue

channels divide the river and lessen it into Of changeful purples; and therein

rivulets, and make it fordable and apt to be Gleam'd many an ornament of thin

drunk up by the first revels of the Sirian And precious filigree of gold,

star; but two torches do not divide, but And marble things fair to behold

increase the flame ; and though my tears are Through the dim shadows of noontide :

sooner dried up when they run on my wife's There, too, the casement, open wide

cheek, yet when my flame hath kindled To many a pleasant singing breeze

her lamp we unite the glories, and make And moving shadow of fair trees,

them radiant, like the golden candlesticks Let in the balmy breath all day,

that burn before the Throne of God, because From many a lovely garden way. Arthur W. E. O'Shaughnessy.

| they shine by numbers, by unions, and confederations of light and joy.

Jeremy Taylor.


There is no one beside thee and no one We love each other, yet perchance

above thee ; The murmurs of dissent may rise;

Thou standest alone as the nightingale Fierce words may chase the tender glance,

sings ; And angry flashes light our eyes :

And my words that would praise thee are But we must learn to check the frown,

impotent things. To reason rather than to blame;

For none can express thee though all should The wisest have their faults to own,

approve thee, And you and I, girl, have the same. I love thee so, dear, that I only can love

thee. You must not like me less, my Kate,

Mrs. E. B. Browning. For such an honest strain as this; I love thee dearly, but I hate The puling rhymes of “kiss” and “bliss."

THE UNSELFISH LOVE OF WOMAN. There's truth in all I've said or sung; I've woo'd thee as a man should woo,

Oh, the love of woman- the love of And though I lack an honey'd tongue,

woman ! how high will it not rise ! and to Thou'lt never find a breast more true. what lowly depths will it not stoop! How

Eliza Cook.

many injuries will it not forgive! what obstacle will it not overcome, and what

sacrifices will it not make, rather than give FEELINGS AND WISHES SHARED.

up the being upon which it has been once

wholly and truthfully fixed ! Perennial of Nor less his love

life, which grows up under every climate, how Earth's loveliness perceived ; nor less his small would the sum of man's happiness be thoughts

without thec! Like the fabled lamp in the Of Eos, who in all his fresh designs, | sepulchre, thou sheddest thy pure light in Feelings, and wishes, shared, and urged the human heart, when everything around him on

thee there is dead for ever. Carleton. With constant impulse, hidden in sweet

smiles, And perfect love, tha? thinks not of itself; Conscious, contented, sphered beyond fresh Let grace and goodness be the principal hopes.

R. H. Horne. I lodestone of thy affections. Dryden.


| LOVE ME, SWEET, WITH ALL THOU ART. I try to make myself and all around me Love me, sweet, with all thou art, agreeable. It will not do to leave a man to

Feeling, thinking, seeing ; himself till he comes to you-to take no pains Love me in the lightest part, to attract him, or to appear before him with

Love me in full being. a long face. It is not so difficult as you think, dear child, to behave to a husband so Love me with thine open youth that he shall remain for ever in some mea.

In its frank surrender ; sure a lover. I am an old woman, but you With the vowing of thy mouth, can still do what you like : a word from you

With its silence tender. at the right time will not fail of its effect; what need have you to play the suffering

Love me with thine azure eyes, virtue? “The tear of a loving girl," says an

Made for earnest granting ; old book, "is like a dewdrop on the rose ;

Taking colour from the skies, but that on the cheek of a wife is a drop of

Can Heaven's truth be wanting? poison to her husband.” Try to appear cheerful and contented, and your husband will be

Love me with their lids, that fell so, and when you have inade him happy you

Snow-like at first meeting :

Love me with thine heart, that all will become so, not in appearance but reality. The skill required is not so great. Nothing

Neighbours then saw beating. flatters a man so much as the happiness of his wife; he is always proud of himself as

Love me with thine hand stretch'd out

Freely-open-minded ; the source of it. As soon as you are cheerful,

Love me with thy loitering foot, you will be lively and alert, and every moment

Hearing one behind it. will afford you an opportunity of letting fall an agreeable word. Your education, which

Love me with thy voice that turns gives you an immense advantage, will greatly

Sudden faint above me; assist you: and your sensibility will become

Love me with thy blush that burns the noblest gift that nature has bestowed on

When I murmur, “Love me !" you, when it shows itself in affectionate assiquity, and stamps on every action a soft,

Love me with thy thinking soul, kind, and tender character, instead of wasting

Break it to love-sighing; itself in secret repinings. Justus Moser.

Love me with thy thoughts that roll

On through living-dying.

Love me in thy gorgeous airs,
Say not that love grows cold :

When the world has crown'd thee;
First say the sun looks old,

Love me, kneeling at thy prayers,
And that the planets die !

With the angels round thee.
Then, if thou art so bold,
When the untruth is told,

Love me pure, as musers do,
Let Echo answer---“ Lie!”

Up the woodlands shady;
Love always shall endure,

Love me gaily, fast and true,
If first the flame was pure,

As a winsome lady.
It glows in truth for ever!
Its hold on life is sure,

Through all hopes that keep us brave,

Further off or nigher,
In death it has no cure-
List ! Echo answers “Never!”

Love me for the house and grave,

And for something higher.
What stronger grows with age?

Mrs. E. B. Browning,
Ask of the thought-worn sage,

Ask of the saints above,
Ask Nature's varied page,

Ask man in every stage,

Earth holds no other like to thee,
And Echo answers—“Love !"

Or if it doth, in vain for me.
Andrew Park.


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No man, not utterly degraded, can listen without delight to the accents of a guileless heart. Beauty, too, has a natural power over the mind; and it is right that this should be, All that overcomes selfishness, the besetting sin of the world, is an instrument of good. Beauty is but melody of a higher kind, and both alike soften the troubled and hard nature of man. Even if we looked on lovely woman but as on a rose, an exquisite production of the summer hours of life, it would be idle to deny her influence in making even those summer hours sweeter. But, as the companion of the mind, as the very model of a friendship that no chance can shake, as the pleasant sharer of the heart of hearts, the being to whom man returns after the tumult of the day, like the worshipper to a secret shrine, to revive his nobler tastes and virtues at a source pure from the evil of the external world, and glowing with a perpetual light of sanctity and love ; where shall we find her equal? Or what must be our feeling towards the Mighty Disposer of earth, and all that it inhabits, but of admiration and gratitude to that disposal which thus combines our highest happiness with our purest virtue.


END. Approach and fear not, breathe upon my

brows; In that fine air I tremble ; all the past Melts mist-like into this bright hour, and this Is morn to more, and all the rich to come Reels, as the golden autumn woodland reels Athwart the smoke of burning weeds. For

give me; I waste my heart in signs: let be. My bride, My wife! my life! Oh, we will walk this world Yoked in all exercise of noble end, And so through those dark gates across the

wild That no man knows. Indeed I love thee !



I doubt nothing at all but that you shall like the man every day better than the other ; for verily I think he lacketh not those qualities which should become any honest man to have, over and besides the gift of nature, wherewith God hath above the common rate endued him.

Archbishop Cranmer.



I'll have Cretan pinions Wrought for her, and a barb whose task

shall be To outfly the wind. Scarfs, fine as the air. And dipp'd in Iris' colours, shall be wove In Cashmere and the sunny Persian looms, To be her commonest 'tire. She shall be

deck'd Forth, as she is, a goddess !

Barry Cornwall.


PRIENDLINESS OF DOMESTIC LIFE. Oh, friendly to the best pursuits of man, Friendly to thought, to virtue, and to peace, Domestic life in rural pleasure pass'd!


Yield thyself up; my hopes and thine are one. Accomplish thou my manhood and thyself; Lay thy sweet hands in mine, and trust to me.

Tennyson. THE BRAVE-THE FAIR. Happy, happy, happy pair ! None but the brave deserve the fair.


LOVE'S ELECTRICITY. There are ten thousand tones and signs We hear and see, but none defines-Involuntary sparks of thought Which strike from out the heart o'erwrought, And form a strange intelligence Alike mysterious and intense ; Which link the burning chain that binds Without their will young hearts and minds, Conveying, as the electric wire, We know not how, the absorbing fire.



The intuitive judgments of women are often more to be relied upon than the conclusions which we reach by an elaborate process of reasoning. No man that has an intelligent wife, or who is accustomed to the society of educated women, will dispute this. Times without number you must have known them decide questions on the instant, and with unerring accuracy, which you had been poring over for hours, perhaps, with no other result than to find yourself getting deeper and deeper into the tangled maze of doubts and difficulties.

It were hardly generous to allege that they achieve these feats less by reasoning than by a sort of sagacity which approximates to the sure instinct of the animal races ; and yet there seems to be some ground for the remark of a witty French writer, that, “when a man has toiled, step by step, up a flight of stairs, he will be sure to find a woman at the top; but she will not be able to tell how she got there.” How she got there, however, is of little moment. If the conclusions a woman has reached are sound, that is all that concerns us. And that they are very apt to be sound on the practical matters of domestic and secular life, nothing but prejudice or selfconceit can prevent us from acknowledging. The inference, therefore, is unavoidable, that the man who thinks it beneath his dignity to take counsel with an intelligent wife, stands in his own light, and betrays that lack of judgment which he tacitly attributes to her.

Boardman. A HUSBAND ON ALL SYDES BLEST. His life is an encomium large enough ; True gold do't need noe foyle to sett itt off. He has choice gifts of nature and of art, Neither is. Fortune spareing on her part To him in honors, wealth, or progenye ; He is on all sydes blest.

MS., time of James 1.


WAS NOT HIS. Tell him, for years I've never nursed a thought That was not his; that on his wandering

way, Daily and nightly, pour'd a mourner's prayers. Tell him, ev in now, that I would rather share His lowliest lot,-walk by his side, an out

cast; Work for him, beg with him, live upon the

light of one kind smile from him, than wear the

crown The Bourbon lost.

Lord Lytton.

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REPROVES HIS WIFE. Jarres concealed are half reconciled; which, if generally known, 'tis a double task, to stop the breach at home and men's mouths abroad. To this end, a good husband never publicly reproves his wife. An open reproof puts her to do penance before all that are present; after which, many study revenge rather than reformation.


DEEPER AND TENDERER STILL. With every morn their love grew tenderer,

With every eve deeper and tenderer still ; He might not in house, field, or garden stir,

But her full shape would all his seeing fill; And his continual voice was pleasanter

To her than noise of trees or hidden rill; Her-lute-string gave an echo of his name, She spoilt her half-done 'broidery with the




WHEN I BEHELD THY BLUE EYE The touching incident recorded in this sonnet recently

SHINE. occurred within the knowledge of my friend and neighbour, the Rev. J. M. Williams, Rector of Burnby, who communi

When I beheld thy blue eye shine cated it to me The young wife of a barrister, in the ex Through the bright drop that pity drew, tremity of weakness, was only saved from death by the

I saw beneath those tears of thine ** transfusion" of her husband's blood into her veins. He fainted twice, but she recovered. Instances of recovery by A blue-eyed violet bathed in dew. this extreme remedy are not unknown in medical annals, but this incident, with its peculiar attendant circumstances, is worthy of record.

And thus thy charms in brightness rise Lower and lower he beholds her sink

When wit and pleasure round thee play; In mortal weakness, till life's dragging

till life's dragging / When mirth sits smiling in thine eyes, wheels

Who but admires their sprightly ray? Refuse to move; and in despair he feels

And when through pity's flood they gleam, Her all but lost-on danger's utmost brink.

Who but must love their soften'd beam? From love's forlornest hope he does not

Eben Alrumi (translated from the shrink;

Arabic by Professor Carlyle). Out of his own warm veins the blood he

steals, Pouring it into hers, while his brain reels :

ALL HUMAN BEAUTY PERFECTED IN 'Twixt wife and husband, oh, how dear a link!

THEE. He gave his blood, and saved his darling

On thee I gaze, blest goddess of the morning! wife:

In whose sweet smile these stars shall ever Great was the love, the self-devotion rare ;

melt, Dim shadow of His love beyond compare,

All human beauty perfected in thee, Who not for friends poured forth the purple

Divine with human blending. In my heart life,

Bared full before thee, to the essence fine But enemies, and made of them His Bride,

! Wherewith, by whisperings of my Maker's To walk in white for ever at His side!

breath, Rev. Richard Wilton, M.A.

These stars of my new life are now in


In this pure essence shall thy treasured love

Receive my adoration ; and the thoughts Then, oh, young wife! fresh from the fount

Of thee shall open ever in my mind, of all life and being, in your form let grace Like the bland meads in flower, when thou and freedom be incarnated. Let love, sweet


R. H. Horne, ness, and purity sanctify the home of flesh and blood and bone in which you dwell. In your organic nature you embody a higher MY TRUE Love HATH MY HEART, AND possibility than is found in any other form.

I HAVE HIS. To you it is given to be a perpetuator of immortals! You need all the brain and heart

My true love hath my heart, and I have his,

By just exchange one for another given ; you can get, to work out the unsolved problem:

mI hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss : of a perfect womanhood. You must express

There never was a better bargain driven; self-regulated freedom, in a purity that shall

My true love hath my heart, and I have his. shame to tingling silence all base desires, and in a lovely, sisterly nature that reaches alike to the physically and the spiritually diseased,

His heart in me keeps him and me in one, baptizing them with the love that seeketh to

My heart in him his thoughts and senses bless and to save. The quenchless aspiration,

guides: the lofty endeavour, cannot contain itself in a

He loves my heart, for once it was his own, pinched conventional form. The world, to

I cherish his, because in me it bides; day, is suffering for women broad, large- My true love hath my heart, and I have his. hearted, and wise. Rev. H. W. Beecher.

Sir Philip Sydney.

Calm pleasures there abide.


Heaven's harmony is universal love.


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