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NOTHING BUT HALCYON DAYS.
She riseth also while it is yet night, and We will have
giveth meat to her household, and a portion Nothing but halcyon days. Oh, we will live!
to her maidens. As happily as the bees that hive their sweets,
She considereth a field, and buyeth it; As gaily as the summer fly, but wiser :
with the fruit of her hands she planteth a I'll be thy servant ever ; I will be
vineyard. The sun o'thy life, faithful through every
She girdeth her loins with strength, and season,
strengtheneth her arms. And thou shalt be my flower perennial,
She perceiveth that her merchandise is My bud of beauty, my imperial rose,
good; her candle goeth not out by night. My passion-flower; and I will wear thee here,
She layeth her hands to the spindle, and Here, on my heart, and thou shalt never fade.
her hands hold the distaff. I love thee mightily, my queen, and in
She stretcheth out her hand to the poor ; The sultry hours I'll sing thee to thy rest
yea, she reacheth forth her hands io the With music sweeter than the wild wind's
She is not afraid of the snow for her And I will swear thine eyes are like the stars,
household, for all her household are clothed Thyself beyond the nymphs who, poets
with scarlet. feign'd,
She maketh herself coverings of tapestry, Dwelt long ago in woods of Arcady.
her clothing is silk and purple. My gentle deity! l'il crown thee with
Her husband is known in the gates, when The whitest lilies, and then bow me down,
he sitteth among the elders of the land. Love's own idolater, and worship thee;
She maketh fine linen, and selleth it, and For thou art now mine own, my beautiful !
delivereth girdles unto the merchant. How fondly will we love through life together;
Strength and honour are her clothing, and And wander, heart-link'd, through the busy
she shall rejoice in time to come. world! Barry Cornwall.
She openeth her mouth with wisdom, and in her tongue is the law of kindness.
She looketh well to the ways of her houseFAR ABOVE RUBIES.
hold, and eateth not the bread of idleness. “Who can find a virtuous woman? for her Her children arise up, and call her blessed; price is far above rubies.
her husband also, and he praiseth her. The heart of her husband doth safely trust Many daughters have done virtuously, but in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil. thou excellest them all.
She will do him good and not evil all the Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain, but days of her life.
a woman that feareth the Lord, 'she shall be She seeketh wool and flax, and worketh praised. willingly with her hands.
Give her of the fruit of her hands, and let She is like the merchants' ships, she bringeth her own works praise her in the gates." her food from afar,
Proverbs of Solomon,
HOME THE PLACE OF CONFIDENCE.
sympathy which I cannot but feel towards Home is the one place in all this world many of those whom I meet with, makes me where hearts are sure of each other. It is
think how delightful it would be to have daily the place of confidence. It is the place where intercourse with those with whom I feel it we tear off that mask of guarded and suspi
thoroughly. What people do in middle life cious coldness which the world forces us to without a wife and children to turn to I wear in self-defence; and where we pour out
cannot imagine, for I think the affections the unreserved communications of full and must be sadly checked and chilled, even in confiding hearts. It is the spot where ex the best men, by their intercourse with pressions of tenderness gush out without any people, such as one usually finds them in the sensation of awkwardness, and without any world. I do not mean that one does not dread of ridicule.
meet with good and sensible people ; but Rev. F. W. Robertson. then their minds are set, and our minds are
set, and they will not in mature age grow HOME SYMPATHIES.
into each other; but with a home filled with
those whom we entirely love and sympathise There are times when I am least of all in with, and with some old friends, to whom clined to loosen the links which bind me to one can open one's heart fully from time to my oldest and dearest friends, for I imagine time, the world's society has rather a bracing we shall all want the union of all the good influence to make one shake off mere dreams men we can get together; and the want of l of delight.
Oh, happiest they, whose early love unWould I could send my spirit o'er the deep, changed,
Would I could wing it like a bird to thee, Hopes undissolved, and friendship unTo commune with thy thoughts, to fill thy estranged, sleep
Tired of their wanderings, still can deign to With these unwearying words of melody,
see Come home. Love, hopes, and friendship, centering all in thee !
0. W. Holmes. Come home. Come to the hearts that love thee, to the eyes That beam in brightness but to gladden LET LOVE MAKE HOME A GRACIOUS thine ;
COURT. Come where fond thoughts iike holiest incense
Keep your modest familiar style rise,
For strangers, but respect your friendWhere cherish's Memory rears her altar's
Her most whose matrimonial smile
Is and asks honour without end.
'Tis found, and needs it must so be,
That life from love's allegiance flags Come to the hearth-stone of thy earlier days,
When love forgets its majesty Come to the ark, like the o'erwearied dove,
In sloth's unceremonious rags. Come with the sunlight of thy heart's warm
Let love make home a gracious court;
There let the world's rude, hasty ways rays, Come to the fireside circle of thy love.
Be fashion'd to a loftier port,
And learn to bow, and stand, and gaze ;
And let the sweet respective sphere
Of personal worship there obtain
This makes pleasures that do not cloy, In every echo of returning feet
And dignifies our mortal strife
HOME IS WHERE THERE'S ONE TO Watch'd every germ a full-blown flow'ret
Home's not merely four square walls, Saw o'er their bloom the chilly winter bring
Though with pictures hung and gilded ; Its icy garlands, and thou art not here. Home is where affection calls,
Come home. Filld with shrines the heart hath builded ! Come home.
Home! go watch the faithful dove,
Sailing 'neath the heaven above us ;
Home is where there's one to love !
Home is where there's one to love us ! With these unwearying words of melody,
Home's not merely roof and room,
It needs something to endear it;
Home is where the heart can bloom,
Where there's some kind lip to cheer it!
What is home with none to meet, HOME FRUITFUL IN EXPERIENCE.
None to welcome, none to greet us? Family life may be full of thorns and cares; | Home is sweet- and only sweetbut they are fruitful; all others are dry thorns. Where there's one we love to meet us ! Saint Beuve.