S.

L.-He's one of those to whom we bring
Delighted heart and soul,

Whose strength is sweetness-love to man
The centre of the whole.

10.

G. They are not beauty-'tis a gleam
That tints the morning sky;

They are not learning-'tis a stream
That glides unheeded by ;

They are to gain good sense, refined,
Candor with prudence blended,

A feeling heart, a virtuous mind,

With charity attended. .

L. He thinks that happy is the man who has a little home and a little angel in it, on a Saturday night. A house, no matter how little, provided it will hold two or so-no matter how furnished, provided there is hope in it;-let the winds blow-close the curtains!

What if they are calico, or plain, without a border or tassel, or any such thing! Let the rain come down!-heap up the fire, and the darkness and gloom are all without. Then wheel the sofa round; no matter if the sofa is a settee, uncushioned at that; it is long enough for two, or say two or so; then with two or so in it, by the beautiful light the glowing coals make, reddening, clouding, shedding sunset radiance through the little room; just enough to talk by; not loud as in the highways; not rapid, as in the hurrying world--but softly, slowly, whisperingly, with pauses between for the storm without, and the thoughts within to

fill up.

S.

Under such circumstances, and at such a time,

one can get at least sixty nine and a half statute miles

nearer "perfect bliss" than from any other point in this world, laid down in the geographies.

Maybe you smile at this picture; but it is a copy of a picture, rudely drawn, but true as life, of an original in every human heart.

11.

G.—Ah, soon thine own confest, ecstatic thought!

That hand shall strew thy summer path with flowers;
And those blue eyes, with modest lustre fraught,
Gild the calm current of domestic hours!

1.

He has so fixed his heart upon you,
That wheresoe'er he forms a scheme of life,
For time to come, you are his only joy,

Rogers.

With which he's wont to sweeten future cares.

Otway

12.

G.-Ah, yes

her heart hath never swerved

From what it ought to be

And faithfully it hath preserves

Each little thought of thee.

L.-First, shall the heavens want starry light,
The sea be robbed of their waves.

The day want sun, and sun want bright.

The night want shade, and dead men graves,

The April flowers, and leaves, and tree,
Before he'll false his faith to thee.

S.

First, direful Hate shall turn to peace,
And Love relent in deep disdain,
And Death his fatal stroke shall cease,
And Envy pity every pain

That makes a hated heart to bleed,
Before he'll false thee at thy need.

13.

Dr. T. Lodge. 1590.

You parted when youth's smiles were bright,
And pleasures gaily shone around you,
And deemed the holy fetters light,

In which young Love then smiling bound you.
You'll meet again; again you'll rove,

United, through your smiling bowers,
Unchanged in heart, and true in love,
Renewing former blissful hours.

14.

G. She is so curious, she would like to turn the rainbow over to see what is on the other side.

L.-To friendship dead, though not untaught to feel,
When gain or self demands, a bigot's zeal;
His ruling passion is for pomp and power,
To be the leader of the varying hour.

15.

G. To stir the pudding shall demand her care,
To spread the table, and the bowls prepare,
To feed the children, as their portions cool,
To comb their heads, and send them off to school

S.

L.-At the wondrous daguerrian art,

Sweet girl, you will own he is clever,
When with one sunny glance on your heart,
He has printed his image forever.

16.

For gold and lands you know
You've waited many a year,

And many, many more,

You'll have to wait I fear.

17.

Oh, she is a lovely lass,

As ever man did woo;

Her eyes all eyes on earth surpass,
They'll kill and cure you too.

L-Trained up in virtue's path from early youth,
His mind imbued with bright unwavering truth,
Gifted with genius varied, rich, and rare,
Of temper sweet-in person graceful, fair.

18.

When winter, shod with fleecy snow,
Cometh, so white, and cold, and mute,
Lest he should wake the spring below.
Barry Cornwall,

19.

G. A maiden beautiful as light "Twill be thy lot to wed,

S.

With a rich fortune which shall pour
Its fullness on thy head.

Her hand shall smooth the bed of pain,
When anguish wrings thy heart.
And with her sex's gentleness,

Soothe sorrow's keenest dart.

L.-Canst tell what maidens long for most?
You know 'tis love and marriage!

Well, with both these you soon shall boast
A servant and a carriage.

20.

'Tis easy if you strive to keep
Each passion under strict control,

Nor let a wily tempter creep
Into the garden of the soul;
If you will conquer selfish pride,
And each inordinate desire,
And take the Scriptures for your guide,
And speak and act as they require.

21.

Act with stern truth, large faith, and loving will

G.*-Happy that man may pass his life,

Who is directed by a wife;

Lowell.

*By reading every alternate line, the reverse sentiment will be found.