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the subject over, and asked yourself the question, “Who will have ?" or 66 will have?" and now you Whom you have to decide. Pause and seriously reflect upon the grave responsibilities which depend upon your answer. has said truly that "Woman consists of two classes-those who are married, and those who mean to be." You, we presume, may be classed among the latter. Nor need you be ashamed to own it. On the contrary, we believe that if there is an instinct that lurks deep down in the breast of every virtuous woman, ready to spring up when properly touched, and bloom into all kinds of beautiful and happy feelings, it is this proper desire of having a kind, loving husband-and a happy home of your own-there to exercise pleasant domestic sway and comfort over all around. Yes, we repeat, there is deep down in the heart of every true woman's breast a desire-yea more, the looking forward to the happy day when she will have a husband and "a home of her own." Surely such a desire is worthy of her being, and ought to be cherished as among the highest privileges she can enjoy. Any woman, therefore, who wishes to place herself in circumstances where virtue will every day be more lovely, and vice more hateful, must choose for her husband a virtuous, honourable, godly, upright man. Be sure, therefore, that the man you love Now is such. It is better for you to suffer pain now, should it lead to the discovery that you must sever your connection with him, than to put it off to the time when it cannot be done-" until death you do part." For if your influence over the man you love is not strong enough to turn him now from any sinful habits, before you surrender your liberty to him, there will be very little chance after, you may rely upon it. When he asks you to allow him to woo you, give him as your reply

"Do you know you have asked for the costliest thing
Ever made by the hand above-

A woman's heart, and a woman's life,

And a woman's wonderful love?

Do

you know you have asked for this priceless thing,
As a child might ask for a toy,
Demanding what others have died to win,
With the reckless dash of a boy?

You have written my lesson of duty out,
Men like you have questioned me.
Now stand at the bar of my woman's soul,
Until I shall question thee.

You require your mutton shall always be hot,
Your socks and your shirts be whole;
I require your heart to be true as God's stars,
And as pure as is Heaven, your soul.

"You require a cook for your mutton and beef;
I require a much greater thing-

A sempstress you're wanting for socks and shirts-
I look for a man and a king.

A king for the beautiful realm called Home,
And a man that his Maker, God,
Shall look upon as He did on the first,
And say, 'It is very good!'

"I am fair and young, but the rose will fade
From my soft young cheek one day;
Will you love me then, 'mid the falling leaves,
As you did 'mid the blossoms of May ?
Is your heart an ocean so strong and deep,
may launch my all on its tide ?

I

A loving woman finds heaven or hell

The day she becomes a bride.

"I require all things that are grand and true,
All things that a man should be;

If you give this all, I would stake my life
To be all you demand of me.

If you cannot be this-a laundress and cook
You can hire-and little to pay;

But a woman's heart and a woman's life
Are not to be won that way."

There are four things at least which every young woman should seek to secure in one whom she would desire as a partner for life. 1. He should be able, when married, to support her. 2. He should be willing to do all he can to protect her. 3. He should be ready in all reasonable ways

to help her. 4. He should be qualified to guide and direct her.

In like manner we would urge upon every young man the vital importance of asking himself seriously, "Have I any right to cherish love towards her? Is it wise to rest my affections in that direction ?" No doubt you, also, have looked forward to taking this step. The man who boasted that he could marry any girl he pleased, found that he could not please any. But you are not of that kind. You wish to please one. The point is—is she worthy of your choice? You may have gone so far as to say "I have got the impression I have made an impression on her." But remember that almost any error in life may be largely remedied, save the error of an improper marriage. If you mistake in one thing, you may rectify it by doing right about another; if one field is barren, another may be productive; if one shop fails, another may be a success; if one enterprise disappoints your expectation, another may be a brilliant success. But to find that you have made a wrong selection in a wife, is like a man who has taken the wrong turning, with no possibility of retracing his steps. It was for better or worse," but it is an awful thing if it turns out to be "all worse and no better."

It is very nice to meet a young woman and make a declaration of love like the following:

:

"You I love, nor think I joke,
More than ivy does the oak;

More than fiches do the flood;
More than savage beasts the wood;
More than merchants do their gain;

More than misers to complain;
More than widows do their weeds;
More than friars do their beads;
More than Cynthia to be praised;
More than courtiers to be raised;
More than birds the morning light;

More than soldiers do a fight;
More than lawyers do the bar;
More than 'prentice boys a fair;

"More than topers t'other bottle;
More than women tittle-tattle;
More than rakes a willing lady;
More than mammy does her baby;
More than jailors do a fee;

More than all things I love thee."

But it is a serious step you are taking. Be careful, therefore, how you go about it. It is not a trifling matter, which can be easily rectified if you make a mistake. Ask yourself, "How can I select a partner with a fair prospect of being happy ?" or you may find it to be the beginning of sorrow instead of joy. The way for a desolate bachelor to secure better quarters is to take a “better half;" but you must mind that she is likely to be one.

Endeavour to be

sure of this, and then you may say with Bayard Taylor"When shall I find you, sweetheart,

That shall be and must be mine?
I seek, though the world divides us,
And I send you the secret sign.
"There's blood in the veins of morning,
So fresh it may well deceive,
When man goes forth as Adam,
And woman awaits him as Eve.

"There's an elfish spell in twilight,
When the bats of Fancy fly,
And sense is bound by a question,
And Fate by the quick reply.

"And the moon is an old enchantress,
With her snares of glimmer and shade,
That have ever been false and fatal

To the dreams of man and maid.
'But I'll meet you at noonday, sweetheart,
In the billowy fields of grain,
When the sun is hot for harvest,

And the roses athirst for rain.

"With the daylight's truth on your forehead,
And the daylight's love in your eye,

I'll kiss you without a question,

And you'll kiss me without reply."

Let it be an affair of the heart, rather than money or What can be expected if a man merely

social position.