WEDDED LIFE.

WEDDED LIFE.

SAIL forth into the sea of life,
Oh gentle, loving, trusting wife,
And safe from all adversity,
Upon the bosom of that sea
Thy comings and thy goings be!
For gentleness, and love, and trust,
Prevail o'er angry wave and gust;
And in the wreck of noble lives,
Something immortal still survives!

H. W. LONGFELLOW.

To be man's tender mate was woman born,
And, in obeying nature, she best serves
The purposes of Heaven.

SCHILLER.

DOST THOU REMEMBER?

WHEN shall we come to that delightful day

When each can say to each, "Dost thou remember?"

Let us fill urns with rose leaves in our May,
And hive the thrifty sweetness for December?

For who may deem the reign of love secure,
Till in a mighty past is built his throne;
Hope is a star each vapor can obscure,
Memory the only empire all her own.

'Tis the heart's home to have a world, in time
Of happy thoughts that we have known before,
Hearing, in common words, the holy chime

Of those sweet Sabbath-bells-the dreams of yore.

Oft dost thou ask me, with that bashful eye, “If I shall love thee evermore as now?" Feasting as fondly on the sure reply,

As if my lips were virgin of the vow!

Sweet does that question, "Wilt thou love me?" fall
Upon the heart that has forsworn its will;
But when the words hereafter we recall,

"Dost thou remember ?"-shall be sweeter still!

A CAUTION.

EV'N in the happiest choice, where favoring Heaven

ΕΝ

Has equal love and easy fortune given,

Think not, the husband gained, that all is done :
The prize of happiness must still be won:
And oft the careless find it to their cost,
The lover in the husband may be lost;
The graces might alone his heart allure;
They, and the virtues meeting must secure.
Let ev'n your prudence wear the pleasing dress
Of care for him, and anxious tenderness.
From kind concern about his weal or woe,
Let each domestic duty seem to flow.
Endearing still the common acts of life,
The mistress still shall charm him in the wife;
And wrinkled face shall unobserved come on,
Before his eye perceives one beauty gone.

Lord George Lyttleton.

WER sich nicht achtet, ehrt die Frauen nicht,

Wer nicht die Frauen ehrt, kennt er die Liebe ? Wer nicht die Liebe kennt, kennt er die Ehre? Wer nicht die Ehre kennt, was hat er noch?

Leopold Schefer.

I

SHOULD not love thee, dear, so much,
Loved I not honor more.

Percy's Reliques.

DARKEY'S COUNSEL TO THE NEWLY MARRIED.

MY chil'ren, lub one anoder; bar wid one anoder; be faith

ful ter one anoder. You hab started on a long journey; many rough places am in de road; many trubbles will spring up by de wayside; but gwo on hand an' hand togedder; lub one anoder, an' no matter what come onter you, you will be happy-fur lub will sweeten ebery sorrer, lighten ebery load, make de sun shine in eben de bery cloudiest wedder. I knows it will, my chil'ren, 'case I'se been ober de groun'. Ole Aggy an' I hab trabbled de road. Hand in hand we hab gone ober de rocks; fru de mud; in de hot burning sand; been out togedder in de cole, an' de rain, an' de storm, fur nigh onter forty yar, but we hab clung ter one anoder; an' fru ebery ting in de bery darkest days, de sun ob joy an' peace hab broke fru de clouds, an' sent him bressed rays inter our hearts. We started jess like two young saplin's you's seed a growin side by side in de woods. At fust we seemed 'way part fur de brambles, an' de tick bushes, an' de ugly forns-[dem war our bad ways]-war atween us; but lub, like de sun, shone down on us, 'an we grow'd. We grow'd till our heads got above de bushes; till dis little branch, an' dat little branch-dem war