guessed wrongly, his patience never having been perturbed, immaculate in speech, in temper, in habits, do not marry him. Why? Because you would enact a swindle. What would you do with a perfect man-you who are not perfect yourself? And how dare you hitch your imperfection fast on such supernatural excellence? What a companion you would make for an angel! In other words, there are no perfect men. There never was but one perfect pair, and they slipped down the banks of Paradise together. We occasionally find a man who says he never sins. We know he lies when he says it. We have had financial dealings with two or three perfect men, and they cheated us wofully. Do not, therefore, look for an immaculate husband, for you will not find him. TALMAGE.

Not Easy to Give a Daughter in Marriage.

If you think it is easy to give up a daughter in marriage, though it be with brightest prospects, you will think differently when the day comes. To have all along watched her from infancy to girlhood, and from girlhood to womanhood, studious of her welfare, her slightest illness an anxiety, and her presence in your home an everincreasing joy, and then have her go away to some other home-aye, all the redolence of orange-blossoms, the chime of marriage bells, the rolling of the wedding march in full diapason and the hilarious congratulations of your friends can not make you forget that you are suffering an irreparable loss. But you know it is all right, and you have a remembrance of an embarkation just like it

twenty-five or thirty years ago, in which you were one of the parties; and, suppressing as far as possible your sadness, you say: "Good-by."-TALMAGE.

Guard Your Affections.

Is there anything more bitterly patent, when we look over the face of our modern life, than that a large part of the misery of human existence comes from the all but wanton recklessness with which one sex flings down the treasure of its love to be too often spurned and trampled upon by the other? And therefore, O young and trusting heart, guard the pearl of your innocence; guard the pearl of your reverence; but most of all, guard the pearl of your affections!-H. C. Potter.

My Bride That Is to Be.

O soul of mine, look out and see
My bride-my bride that is to be!
Reach out with mad, impatient hands
And draw aside futurity

As one might draw a veil aside
And so unveil her where she stands,
Madonna-like and glorified;
The Queen of undiscovered lands
Of love, to which she beckons me-
My bride my bride that is to be!

In attitude as gracefully

As my fair bride that is to be;

Nor ever Autumn's leaves of brown
As lightly flutter to the lawn
As fall her fairy feet upon

The path of love she loiters down.
O'er drops of dew she walks, and yet
Not one may stain her sandal wet;
And she might dance upon the way,
Nor crush a single drop to spray,
So airy-like she seems to me—
My bride-my bride that is to be!

I know not if her eyes are bright
As Summer skies, or dark as night;
I only know that they are dim
With mystery.
In vain I peer

To make their hidden meaning clear,
While o'er their surface, like a tear
That ripples to the silken brim,
A look of longing seems to swim,
All warm and weary-like, to me;
And then as suddenly my sight
Is blinded by a smile so bright
Through folded lids I yet may see
My bride-my bride that is to be.

Her face is like a night of June,
Upon whose brow the crescent moon
Hangs pendant in a diadem

Of stars, with envy lighting them.

And like a wild cascade her hair
Floods neck and shoulders, arm and wrist
Till only through the gleaming mist
I seem to see a siren there
With lips of love and melody

And open arms and heaving breast,
Wherein I fling my soul to rest.
The while my heart cries hopelessly
For my fair bride that is to be.

Nay, foolish heart and blinded eyes!
My bride has need of no disguise,
But rather let her come to me

In such a form as bent above
My pillow when, in infancy,
I knew not anything but love.
Oh, let her come from out the lands
Of womanhood—not fairy isles !
And let her come with woman's hands
And woman's eyes of tears and smiles,
With woman's hopefulness and grace
Of patience lighting up her face,
And let her diadem be wrought

Of kindly deed and prayerful thought,

That ever over all distress

May beam the light of cheerfulness;
And let her feet be brave to fare
The labyrinths of doubt and care,
That following my own may find
The path to Heaven God designed.

Oh, let her come like this to me--

My bride-my bride that is to be!

Good Advice.

J. W. RILEY.

My advice is: Marry a man who is a fortune in himself. Houses, lands and large inheritance are well enough, but the wheel of fortune turns so rapidly that through some investment all these in a few years may be gone. There are some things, however, which are a perpetual fortune-good manners, geniality of soul, kindness, intelligence, sympathy, courage, perseverance, industry and whole-heartedness. Marry such a one, and you have married a fortune, whether he has an income now of $50,000 a year or an income of $1,000. A bank is secure according to its capital stock, and not to be judged by the deposits for a day or a week. A man is rich according to his sterling qualities, and not according to the mutability of circumstances, which may leave with him a large amount of resources today and withdraw them tomorrow. If a man is worth nothing but money, he is poor indeed. If a man has upright character, he is rich. Property may come and go; he is independent of the markets. Nothing can buy him out; nothing can sell him out. He may have more money one year than another, but his better fortunes never vacillate.-TAL

MAGE.

A Well-Matched Couple.

A well-matched couple carry a joyful life between them, as the two spies carried the cluster of Eshcol.