still more when I perceived your delicate attention to my father's friend. Believe me, Milly, no true man would trust his happiness with one who would insult gray hairs; there is little heart in such a one, however faultless the exterior; and I have such extreme reverence for the aged, that a loathing, impossible for me to express, came over me when I witnessed the behavior of your cousins. They may be wealthy, highly educated, fascinating, but I would no more wed one of them than I would play with a rattlesnake. There, God bless you, Milly,-look up, love, and let me tell you that in my eyes you are worth millions, nay, more than all the world."

Bell and Annie Grosvenor are both wedded, but neither of them has Professor L- or Dr. James for a husband. They are, however, very gay and fashionable, if that is any compensation. But Milly, sweet Milly, lives in a beautiful villa in a country town, as happy and devoted a wife and mother as can be found in the wide, wide world.

O

KIND FRIENDS AT HOME.

KIND FRIENDS AT HOME.

O, THERE'S a power to make each hour
As sweet as heaven designed it;
Nor need we roam to bring it home,
Though few there be that find it.
We seek too high for things close by,
And lose what nature found us;
For life hath here no charms so dear
As home and friends around us.

We oft destroy our present joy

For future hopes and praise them;

Whilst flowers as sweet bloom at our feet,
If we'd but stoop to raise them.

For things afar still sweeter are,

When youth, bright spell, hath bound us;
But soon we're taught that earth hath nought
Like home and friends around us.

The friends that speed in time of need,
When hope's last reed is shaken,
To show us still, that, come what will,
We are not quite forsaken;

Though all were night, if but the light

From Friendship's altar crowned us, "Twould prove the bliss of earth was thiɛ Of home and friends around us.

MY MOTHER.

My mother's voice! How often creeps
Its cadence on my lonely hours,
Like healing on the wings of sleep,

Or dew on the unconscious flowers!
I might forget her melting prayer,
While wildering leisures madly fly;
But in the still, unbroken air,
Her gentle tones come stealing by,
And
years of sin and manhood flee,
And leave me at my mother's knee.

I have been out at eventide,
Beneath a moonlit sky of spring,
When earth was garnished like a bride,
And night had on her silver wing;
When bursting buds and dewy grass,
And waters leaping to the light,
And all that makes the pulses pass

With wilder fleetness thronged the night:

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When all was beauty, then have I

With friends on whom my love is flung, Like myrrh on winds of Araby,

Gazed on where evening's lamp is hung.

And when the beauteous spirit there
Flung over all its golden chain,
My mother's voice came on the air,
Like the light dropping of the rain;
And resting on some silver star,
The spirit of a bended knee,

I've poured a deep and fervent prayer
That our eternity might be —
To rise in heaven, like stars by night,
And tread a living path of light.

THE FAULTS OF MAN.

A THOUSAND faults in man we find;
Merit in him we seldom meet:

Man's inconstant and unkind;

Man is false and indiscreet;

Man's capricious, jealous, free,

Vain, insincere, and trifling, too;

Yet still the women all agree,

For want of better, he must do.

HOW TO BE HAPPY.

I WILL give you two or three good rules which may help you to become happier than you would be without knowing them; but as to being completely happy, that you can never be till you get to heaven.

The first is, "Try your best to make others happy." "I never was happy," said a certain king, "till I began to take pleasure in the welfare of my people; but ever since then, in the darkest day, I have had sunshine in my heart."

My second rule is, "Be content with little." There are many good reasons for this rule. We deserve but little, we require but little, and "better is little, with the fear of God, than great treasures and trouble therewith." Two men were determined to be rich, but they set about it in different ways; for the one strove to raise up his means to his desires, while the other did his best to bring down his desires to his means. The result was, the one who coveted much was always repining, while he who desired but little was always contented.