ness of children, that makes the heart too big for the body. In the worst assorted connections there is ever some mixture of true marriage. Teague and his jade get some just relations of mutual respect, kindly observation, and fostering of each other, learn something, and would carry themselves wiselier, if they were now to begin. R. W. Emerson. IT'S BREAKFAST TALK. No. 1. T'S rather extraordinary, Mrs. Smith, that you can't make me a proper cup of tea. Here's the eggs boiled to a stone again! Do you think I'm a canary bird, to be fed upon hard eggs? I think I've put up with your neglect long enough; therefore, Mrs. Smith, if my tea is not made a little more to my liking to-morrow, and if you insult me with a herring like that, and boil my eggs that you might fire 'em out of guns; why, perhaps, Mrs. Smith, you may see a man in a passion. It takes a good deal to rouse me, but when I'm up—I say, when I'm up-that's all. Where did I put my gloves? You don't know? Of course, not; you know nothing. Douglas Jerrold. BREAKFAST TALK. No. 2. BY the bye, Sarah, just put half a dozen shirts, and all that sort of thing, in my portmanteau, I'm going-There you are with your black looks again! I can never go anywhere, just a little to enjoy myself, but you look like thunder. What! I might sometimes take you out? Nonsense; women—that is, women when they're married-are best at home. Half a dozen shirts, I say, and my shaving-tackle. Do you hear me, Mrs. Smith? Perhaps when you've done counting the legs of that fly on the ceiling, you'll attend to me. Eh? I think you me, When you see It's miserable never want to go out? Quite the contrary; it's my belief you'd always be out. I've no opinion of any woman who wants to go out at all. Women were never intended to go out. They manage these matters much better in the East. I should have told you where I was going, but, as you've shown your temper, I won't tell you a syllable. No; nor I shan't tell you who I'm going with, or when I shall be back. then you may expect me, and not before. all the buttons are on my shirts-that's all. always being left by yourself? Yourself, indeed! books in the house? I'm sure you'd be none the worse for 'em. Besides, there's the Cookery book; read that. A wife can't study anything better. All I say to you is, stay at home; you've a needle and thread, haven't you? and I'll be sworn for it, plenty of things to make and mend. And if you haven't, cut holes, and sew 'em up again. Now, see when I come home that my portmanteau's ready. What's o'clock? You want five minutes to ? No doubt; the old story; you're always wanting something. Douglas Jerrold. "HEAVE [EAVEN will be no heaven to me, if I do not meet my wife there." Andrew Jackson. "I CAN wish you no better lot," said he, with enthusiasm, "than to have a wife and children. If you are prosperous, there they are to share your prosperity; if otherwise, there they are to comfort you." Washington Irving. IS sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark, TIS Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; 'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come. Lord Byron. WOMEN act their parts, When they do make their ordered houses know them. J. S. Knowles. THE TRUEST FRIENDSHIP. N wedlock when the sexes meet, IN Friendship is only then complete. Nathaniel Cotton. A TRUE WIFE. WHAT a treasure is a virtuous wife, O, earth Makes a man's life so nighly bound to heaven. And to enjoy, by being one with him, And, like the twins Hippocrates reports, If he fetch sighs, she draws her breath as short; D * She moves his way; * * * All store without her leaves a man but poor; ANGELS UNAWARES.” LITTLE can we tell who share, Our household hearth of love and care! Therefore with grave tenderness All who live this little life- Lest we wrong some seraph here, Exiled from the heavens above, T. Powell. WOMAN. SHE presideth in the house, and there is peace. She com mandeth with judgment, and is obeyed. She ariseth in the morning; she considers her affairs; and appointeth to every one their proper business. The care of her family is her whole delight; to that alone she applieth her study; and elegance with frugality is seen in her mansions. She informeth the minds of her children with wisdom; she fashioneth their manners from the example of her own goodness. The word of her mouth is the law of their youth; the motion of her eye commandeth their obedience. In prosperity she is not puffed up; in adversity she healeth the wounds of Fortune. with patience. The troubles of her husband are alleviated by her counsels, and sweetened by her endearments; he putteth his heart in her bosom, and receiveth comfort. Happy is the man that hath made her his wife; happy the child that calleth her mother. Robert Dodsley. IT is a delightful thought, that during the familiarity of constant proximity, the heart gathers up in silence the nutriment of love, as the diamond, even beneath water, imbibes the light it emits. Time, which deadens hatred, secretly strengthens love. THE STORY OF KARIN. KARIN the fair, Karin the gay, She came on the morn of her bridal day; She came to the mill-pond clear and bright, "And, oh," she cried, that my bonny brow "And, oh, my hair, that I love to braid, Be yellow in sunshine, and brown in shade! 'And, oh, my waist, sae slender and fine, May it never need girdle longer than mine!" Richter. |