in the love of a woman, and a woman's only in that of a man.

It is impossible to impress this truth with too much force upon the mind. "Woman," it has been well observed, "was made to love, and to be beloved. Warm and fervent in her feelings, ardent and unshrinking in her pursuit of a favourite object; yielding as wax to a forcible impression, but unbending as the oak in her devoted affection to those she loves." She, and she alone, is fitted to be the solace, the friend, and the companion of man. She is the image of the love of her God to him, and he is the image of the wisdom of his God to her; and hence, as a God without love or without wisdom would be no God at all, so man by himself, or woman by herself, is incapable of enjoying the happiness which God designed their eternal existences to enjoy. They must have in common, or they cannot have it at all.

Woman, gentle woman has a heart

Fraught with the sweet humanities of life;
Sway'd by no selfish aim, she bears her part
In all our joys and woes; in pain, in strife,
Fonder and still more faithful! when the smart
Of care assails the bosom, or the knife
Of keen endurance cuts us to the soul,
First to support us, foremost to console.

"Oh! what were man in dark misfortune's hour Without her cherishing aid? A nerveless thing, Sinking ignobly 'neath the passing power

Of every blast of fortune. She can bring A balm for every wound: as when the shower More heavily falls, the bird of eve will sing In richer notes; sweeter is woman's voice When through the storm it bids the soul rejoice."

CHAPTER III.

LOVE GENERALLY CONSIDERED.

O FAIR is Love's first hope to gentle mind!
As eve's first star thro' fleecy cloudlet peeping!
And sweeter than the gentle south-west wind,

O'er willowy meads and shadow'd waters creeping, And Ceres' golden fields;-the sultry hind

Meets it with brow uplift, and stays his reaping.

COLERIDGE.

LOVE is a thing of frail and delicate growth;

Soon check'd, soon foster'd; feeble, and yet strong :
It will endure much, suffer long, and bear
What would weigh down an angel's wing to earth,
And yet mount heavenward; but not the less
It dieth of a word, a look, a thought;

And when it dies, it dies without a sign
To tell how fair it was in happier hours:
It leaves behind reproaches and regrets,
And bitterness within affection's well,
For which there is no healing.

LANDON.

LOVE

GENERALLY CONSIDERED.

"No telling how love thrives-to what it comes-
Whence grows! 'Tis e'en of as mysterious root
As the pine, that makes its lodging of the rock,
Yet there it lives, a huge tree flourishing,
Where you would think a blade of grass would die."
KNOWLES.

Go where we will in the scale of creation, we find the power of love existing, descending even down as low as plants. But leaving this order, and ascending to the scale of animals, we find the power of love existing in all; and this proves the correctness of the foregoing reasoning, that love is the life of all. To all creatures which live and move has love been given; and by it they seek out and unite with each other. The insect's hum, the bird's song, the beast's cry, whatever be its sound, are all the voices of love. When life begins, then begin those voices which speak of love: not short and transient love-the love of a season, of a day, of an hour-but ending only with the