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LOVE. 
POETICAL QUOTATIONS. 
I thank the Great Fa her for this, 
That our love is not lavished in vain ; 
Each germ, in the future will blossom to bliss. 
And the forms that we love and the lips we would kiss, 
Shall offer love’s welcome more sweetly again. 
The more thou dam’st it up, the more it burns.— Shakespeare. 
Read it, sweet maid, though it be done slightly, 
Who can show all his love doth love but lightly. 
- Daniel's Sonnets. 
All true love is grounded in esteem; 
Plainness and truth gain more a generous heart, 
Than all the crooked subtleties of art. 
— Buckingham. 
Who never loved, ne’er suffered.— Young's Night Thoughts. 
0, she was all! 
Deep in the secret foldings of my heart 
She lived with life, and far the dearer she. 
— Young. 
0, Love! how hard a fate is thine! 
Obtained with trouble, and with pain preserved. 
Never at rest. — Lansdowne's lleroic Lose. 
She felt his flame; but deep within her breast, 
In bashful coyness or in maiden pride, 
The soft return concealed. — 
Thomson. 
None without hope e’er loved the brightest fair; 
But love can hope vjhere reason would despair. 
—Lord Lyttleton. 
True love’s the gift which God hath given 
To man alone beneath the heaven. 
It is the secret sympathy, 
The silver link, the silken tie 
Which heart to h a art and mind to mind, 
In body and in soul can bind. —Scott. 
Thou yet shalt know how sweet, how dear, 
To gaze on listening beauty’s eye ! 
— Montgomery. 
My dream of life from morn till night, 
Was love, still love! 
There’s not a look or word of thine. 
My soul hath e’er forgot. 
I love thee, and I feel 
That in the fountain of my heart a seal 
Is set to keep its waters pure and bright 
For thee. 
She had marked 
The silent youth, and with a beauty’s eye. 
Knew well she was beloved. 
A6k me not why I should love her; 
Look upon those soulful eyes! 
Look, while mirth or feeling move -her, 
And see. there how sweetly rise 
Thoughts gay and gentle from a breast 
Which is of innocence the rest. 
-Moore. 
-Moore. 
— Southey. 
-Percival. 
O, lady! there be many things 
That seem right fair above; 
But sure not one among them all 
Is half so sweet as love. 
Thinkest thou 
That I could live and let thee go, 
Who art my life itself? No, no. 
— Iloffman. 
- O . W. Holmes. 
— Moore. 
NEATNESS. 
“ What a very neat woman Mrs. Ames is,” said a 
lady to a neighbor, who had called upon her. 
“ Indeed ! is she more than commonly particular ?” 
“ Yes, I should think so ; she is scrubbing from 
morning till night; she washes her -windows twice 
each week ; there is not a speck of dirt to he seen in 
any of her rooms.” 
u I should think she would wear herself out; she 
will learn better one of these days, T reckon.” 
u Her mother was just so ; she has washed herself 
to death.” 
“I do not believe in a woman doing that. 1 think 
intemperance in work as wrong as in other things.” 
‘'But she does keep her house nice; T wish you 
would go over and see it.” 
“ Perhaps T will. I have never called on either of 
the Mrs. Ames. T believe the brothers were married 
about the same time. I ought to have called before.” 
“ I do not know so much about Mrs. James Ames 
as I do about William’s wife; they live farther oft': 
and she is a different kind of woman ; their houses 
were just alike; they were both new when the brides 
came to live here. They say — never mind.” 
Three years before two brothers had built each of 
them a nice, pleasant cottage house in the same vil- | 
lage. They were just alike, both inside and out; nice¬ 
ly papered, painted and finished, with pleasant porches, 
green blinds and pretty fences ; and about the same 
time they had each installed pretty, lovable women in 
them as mistress and wife. Both young brides were 
foitunatc in their husbands and homes; The youii°' 
men were steady, industrious and thriving, and the 
future looked bright to them both. 
1 he furnishing ol the new houses rested with the 
ladies. Mrs. William had a pretty fortune of her own, 
and she was lavish oi her outfit. Her furniture was 
the best that could be obtained, and the pretty rooms 
were decorated in fine style; while Mrs. James, being 
an orphau and almost penniless, was contented with 
cheaper articles, hut everything was in good taste, and 
if not as splendid as her sister-in-law’s, were of equal 
adaptedness. 
Two years had passed before Mrs. Leighton called ; 
circumstances had prevented ner from visiting ; hut as 
she stepped upon the porch of the first cottage, she 
noticed that the paint was badly worn, and around the 
door-knob and bell-pull was entirely off, giving the 
front entrance a decided old look. The oil carpet in 
the hall looked as if it had done service, and the beau¬ 
tiful parlor carpet was actually almost threadbare. 
Mrs. Ames herself looked as if she had almost come 
tomending; her face was thin and care-worn, and a 
! little nine-months’ baby was crying and frettiug all the 
1 time of her stay. She noticed that the furniture looked 
! dim, the bright polish had disappeared; the sashes of 
the windows had a worn look, and the paint was 
j mostly gone entirely from the casings and stools. 
I “ I have been trying to have Mr. Ames paint the 
inside of the house, hut he says there is no use, 1 
would scour it all off in a year; hut I do wish he 
I would, it look's had.” 
• Mrs Leighton thought herself it did look had, hut of 
i course she did not say it; the glass window panes 
were as clear as crystal, and the stove shone like a 
| glass Jxittle. 
After a polite call she took her leave, noticing as 
she passed out from the yard that neither hush or 
flower root had found a place in the little yard; it 
looked hare and lonely; a little further o n was the 
home of Mrs. James. The walk was bordered on 
! either side by beautiful shrubs and roses, and a lux- 
j uriaiit ivy festooned over the porch almost nodded a 
1 welcome; a home-made rug lay before the door, and 
! the paint was as perfect and fresh as if just spread on. 
A sprightly rosy-cheeked lady gave her a smiling wel¬ 
come, and seated her in the parlor, whew everything 
looked as nice and fresn as if the painters had hardly 
! gone out of sight.. A few choice plants decorated the 
windows, and the pretty rag carpet looked as clean 
and bright as-if it were just oiff from the loom. The 
furniture was bright with varnish, and some nice crayon 
drawings in home-made frames were hung upon the 
walls. A darling, brieht-eyed, smiling baby sat upon 
the carpet busy with some playthings. Mrs. Ames 
herself looked contented and happy. 
“ What a pleasant home. Mrs. Ames ! it is delight¬ 
ful !” 
“ Yes, I like it; I think homes ought to he cheerful.” 
“Certainly, hut yours is almost as beautiful as a 
dream.” 
“ T’m glad you like it • I hope we shall see more of 
I you.” 
“ 1 am sure yon will. What beautiful brackets! 
you have been painting your parlor this sprinu, 
I see.” 
No indeed! my husband had it nicely painted be¬ 
fore I came, and it will not need it for some years, 1 
hope.” 
Web, it is nicely kept, certainly, and looks like 
new.” 
1 hese brackets which you admired, my husband 
made last winter in the long evenings, and we made the 
frames together.” 
“ Well, Mrs. Ames, you understand making home 
pleasant, for yours is one of the prettiest places I ever 
saw,” and smiling, “you ought to give your sister les¬ 
sons.” 
“ Oh, sister is too neat ! She spoils everything with 
her scrub-cloth ; it is a wonder she is not dead; I in¬ 
tend to he neat enough to keep sweet and healthy; 
but there is no use in making a martyr of one’s self, so 
as to he called the neatest woman in the world ; my 
husband cannot afford to have so neat a wife.” 
Farmer’s Wife. 
ENGLISH SOCIAL COWARDICE. 
A London correspondent of the New York Sun 
makes the following daring assertions ; 
I suppose all my English friends will feel outraged 
by it, hut the truth compels me to say that, in some 
respects, the English people are the greatest cowards 
in the world. Physical danger and suffering they will 
encounter readily enough, but ridicule and public dis¬ 
approbation have terrors for them which they dare 
not face. One of the most charming Englishmen I 
ever met was narrating to me only a day or two ago 
how a young American, a common friend of both of 
us, used to wear, when he first came to London, a 
Scotch cap in the street, and he was finally obliged to 
tell him that unless he put on the orthodox stovepipe 
hat he could not accompany him. It seems that eti¬ 
quette forbids a gentleman to appear in public with 
any other headgear than the stovepipe aforesaid, and 
my English friend dared not countenance a contraven¬ 
tion ot the law. A gallant captain of the Queen’s 
bodyguard, to whom I related the matter, sustained 
his countryman, and declared that he himself, although 
of a profession which requires courage as its first es¬ 
sential, would not venture to show himself in Bond 
street or the park, in a soft felt hat. 
Pursuing my inquiries, I have found that a similar" 
tyranny prevails in innumerable respects. Mr. Glad¬ 
stone is reported to have said that a cabinet minister 
might better commit any blunder rather than have his 
front door opened by a maid servant. Custom de¬ 
mands that a man shall be employed for that duty, 
and whoever infringes the custom becomes an outcast 
at once. So, too, the carrying of parcels in the street 
by gentlemen or ladies is forbidden, and I have no 
doubt been set down as a lunatic by shopkeepers many 
a time, because I would insist on taking home my 
purchases in my own hands. I believe an exception 
is made in the case of hooks, provided they he not 
wrapped up in paper. These may be carried with no 
loss of caste, hut everything else is a mark of infamy. 
To walk with the coat unbuttoned in front is likewise 
improper, and is regarded very much as walking with¬ 
out.any coat at all. Nor may a gentleman, not in 
business, wear a sack coat in Loudon. No matter 
how hot the weather may he, his outer garment must 
he a frock coat buttoned up as I have mentioned. 
Only in the country, and while traveling, is thp luxury 
of looseness and comfort permitted. 
