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All of a tenor was their after-life,
No day discoloured with domestic strife ;
No jealousy, but niutual truth believed,
Secure repose, and kindness undeceived.

Dryden. Our friends are as true and our wives are as comely, And our home is still home, be it ever so homely.

Charles Dibdin.

June 11.

The knife that cuts our love in two
Will have much tougher work to do-
Must cut your softness, truth, and spirit
Down to the vulgar size of merit.

Samuel Bishop.
But he was wise and wary of her will,
And ever held his hand upon his heart.

Spenser.
June 12.

Connubial love has dearer names,
And fairer ties, and sweeter claims,
Than e'er unwedded hearts can feel,
Than wedded hearts can e'er reveal.

John Logan.

There's nothing half so sweet in life
As Love's young dream.

Moore.

June 11.

June 12.

But a smooth and steadfast mind,

Gentle thoughts, and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combin'd, Kindle never-dying fires.

Thomas Carew. His wife is neither toss'd in boist'rous seas Of troublous world, nor lost in slothful ease.

Giles and Phineas Fletcher.

June 14.

There is nae luck about the house,

There is nae luck at a',
There's little pleasure in the house,
When my gudeman's awa'.

Scotch Song

She's better than she's bonnie.

Proverb.

June 15.
I met her at a country ball,

There, when the sound of flute and fiddle
Gave signal sweet to that old hall
Of hands across and down the middle.

Winthrop M. Praed.
Thus it is our daughters leave us,
Those we love and those who love us ;
Just when they have learned to help us.

Longfellow

The Song of Hiawatha).

June 14.

June 15

Use the man that you wed like your fav'rite guitar;
Tho' music in both, they are both apt to jar;
How tuneful and soft from a delicate touch,
Not handled too roughly nor play'd on too much!

Garrick. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.

Shakespeare

(Much Ado about Nothing). June 17.

My Turkey-slippers maun gae on,

My hose o' pearly blue ;
It's a' to please my ain gudeman,
For he's baith leal and true.

Scotch Song:
To me more dear, congenial to my heart,
One native charm than all the gloss of art.

Goldsmith.

June 18.

As long as this harp can be wakened to love,

And that eye its divine inspiration shall be,
They may talk as they will of their Edens above,
But this earth is the planet for you, love, and me.

Moore.
She listens to my words, and seldom speaks-
Why need she speak when every glance replies ?

Westland Marston, LL.D.

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