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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
you still must live single at least fifteen years
Ah, yes ! it shall be thine
United though apart,
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 ;
Shall set thy sun of life.
Consult your means, avoid the tempter's wiles,
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,
Flowers droop and die in the stillness of noon.
Rest from world-syrens that lure us to ill.
Work with a stout heart and resolute will !
“ Labor is worship !"—the robin is singing,
Speaks to thy soul from out Nature's heart.
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.
Though love's warm heart may not be thine,
G.-You dreamed the time already come,
When you'll rejoice in wife and home;
C. M. M.
1.-Well can I read thy dreams—thy gentle heart,
Already woman's in its wish to bless,
Its untold wealth of hidden tenderness,
The secrets of a woman's weary lot,
Her wasted tenderness, her love forgot-
That you're not so bad as the worst, they agree,
G.-Hush ! none shall know how dear,
How long you loved, nor yet how blindly,
Although she spurned you so unkindly.
L.-You're sad—but can give no good reason,
Why sorrow unbidden should stay,
Be driven unheeded away.
Your cares would wake no more emotion,
Were you to your lot but resigned,
G. P. Morris.
G.-You are most in danger when love is the tale,
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,
And retrospection's tears.