May 20.

May 21. When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past,

For years fleet away with the wings of the dove,
The dearest remembrance will still be the last,
Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.

Byron.
And place your hands below your husband's foot ;
In token of which duty, if he please.
My hand is ready; may it do him ease.

Shakespeare

(Taming of the Shrew). May 23.

She looked so fair, she sang so well,

I could but woo, and she was won ;
Myself in blue, the bride in white,
The ring was placed, the deed was done.

Hood,

A married life, to speak the best,
Is all a lottery confessed.

Cotton.

May 24.

Men could not part us with their worldly jars,

Nor the seas part us, nor the tempests bend;
Our hands would touch for all the mountain bars ;

And heaven being rolled between us at the end,
We should but vow the faster for the stars.

E. B. Browning. Her stature comely, tall, her gait well gracëd, and her wit To marvel at, not meddle with, as matchless I admit.

William Warner.

May 23.

May 24.

How sweet with your fond wife to sit

Outside your door at daylight's close,
While she's hard hitting at your nose-
No, I mean hard knitting at your hose.

7. Bruton.
I love the maid I married, never man
Sigh'd truer breath.

Shakespeare

(Coriolanus).

May 26.

As for pudding is the pan,
As to cool us is the fan,
So man's for woman made,
And woman's made for man.

Motteaux.
I remember, I remember, the parlour where we met,
Its papered walls, its polished floor, and mantel black as
jet.

Jane S. Gray. May 27.

Shrine of my household deities!

Fair scene of home's unsullied joys !
To thee my burden'd spirit flies
When fortune frowns or care annoys.

Alaric A. Watts. Her nose is straight and handsome, her eyebrows lifted Her chin is very neat and pert, and mouth like a china cup.

William Allingham.

up,

May 26.

May 27.