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L.-When you're ready, all ready, tis certainly bard That from Hymen's soft bonds you so long are

debarred, But the Fates have decreed-though I say it with

tears— That

you still must live single at least fifteen years



Ah, yes ! it shall be thine
In wedded bliss to join,
Thine with another heart,

United though apart,
Like two close stars that mingling shine but one,

Whose pleasant pathway lies

'Neath tender watchful eyes, Whose love shines clearer than the morning sun.

1.-Thy life will prove a chequer-board

Admixt with care and strife ;
But not in single blessedness

Shall set thy sun of life.


Consult your means, avoid the tempter's wiles,
Shun grinning hosts of unreceipted files ;
Let Heaven-eyed prudence battle with desire,
And win the victory, though it be through fire.

J. T. Fields.



In matters of conscience be governed by first thoughts, in matters of prudence by last.

Labor is life! 'Tis the still water faileth,
Idleness ever despaireth, bewaileth ;
Keep the watch wound, for the dark rust assaileth ,

Flowers droop and die in the stillness of noon.
Labor is glory!--the flying cloud lightens,
Only the waving wing changes and brightens ;
Idle hearts only the dark future frightens;
Play the sweet keys wouldst thou keep them in

Labor is rest—from the sorrows that greet us,
Rest from all petty vexations that meet us;
Rest from sin-promptings that ever entreat us,

Rest from world-syrens that lure us to ill.
Work--and pure slumbers shall wait on thy pillow,
Work—thou shalt ride over care's coming billow;
Lie not down wearied 'neath woe's weeping willow,

Work with a stout heart and resolute will !

“ Labor is worship !"—the robin is singing,
"Labor is worship !"—the wild bee is ringing;
Listen ! that eloquent whisper upspringing,

Speaks to thy soul from out Nature's heart.
From the dark cloud flows the life-giving shower,
From the rough sod comes the soft-breathing flower ,
From the small insect, the rich coral bower;

Only man in the plan ever shrinks from his part.


Droop not, though shame, sin, and anguish are round

thee, Bravely fing off the cold chain that hath bound thee; Look on yon pure Heaven, smiling beyond thee,

Rest not content in thy darkness—a clod.
Work for some good—be it ever so slowly,
Cherish some flower—be it ever so lowly,
Labor !-all labor is noble and holy;
Let thy great deeds be thy prayer to thy God.

Mrs. Osgood.


Though love's warm heart may not be thine,
Friendship shall prove a balm divine ;
Of soft participating power,
To soothe and bless life's transient hour;
Her lovely smile will paint the bliss,
Of promised worlds, and sweeten this.


G.-You dreamed the time already come,

When you'll rejoice in wife and home;
So strangely slumber's wondrous powers,
Condense long years of bliss in hours.
But time has powers too, as strange,
For you 'twill bring a happy change ;
A real home, bright with love's beams,
Will prove your fond dreams more than dreams

C. M. M.


1.-Well can I read thy dreams—thy gentle heart,

Already woman's in its wish to bless,
Now longs for one to whom it may impart,

Its untold wealth of hidden tenderness,
And pants to learn the meaning of the thrill
Which wakes when fancy stirs affection's rill.
How vain are all such visions !-couldst thou know,

The secrets of a woman's weary lot,
Oh! couldst thou read upon her pride-veiled brow,

Her wasted tenderness, her love forgot-
In humbleness of heart thou wouldst bow down,
for strength to wear her victim crown.

Mrs. Embury.


That you're not so bad as the worst, they agree,
Nor so good as the best, by at least two or three.


G.-Hush ! none shall know how dear,

How long you loved, nor yet how blindly,
And none a sigh shall ever hear,
Nor yet shall see a single tear,

Although she spurned you so unkindly.

L.-You're sad—but can give no good reason,

Why sorrow unbidden should stay,
And all the bright joys of life's season

Be driven unheeded away.


Your cares would wake no more emotion,

Were you to your lot but resigned,
Than pebbles flung into the ocean,
That leave scarce a ripple behind.

G. P. Morris.


G.-You are most in danger when love is the tale,
That love over reason in you will prevail.

Mrs. Osgood.

L.—Beware of flattery and flatterers. Guard against confiding in those who lack high moral principle, and lurk in your path only to betray and destroy. Magoon.


G.–Oh! happy it were could the deeds that disgraced Your life the past year be forever effaced ;

before it is past, Humbled low in the dust for the sins of the last.

But this year

shall see you,

2.- This year your life's eventful tide,

Its days and months shall silent glide ;

Devoid of joys or fears,
Your fleeting hours shall henceforth bear,
Division between humble prayer;

And retrospection's tears.

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