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thiss" At this question he burst into a

thiss" At this question he burst into a
fit of tears.
"For Gods sake!" criedhe, "if you have
any pity on me, don't mention my wife; it
is the thought of her that drives me almost
to madness"
"And why nots" sadI, "she must know
it, sooner or later; you cannot keep it long
from her; and besides you are depriving
yourself of the comforts Of her sympathy ;
she will soon perceive that something is Sc
cretly preying upon your mind, and true
love will not brook resre; it feels under
valued and outraged ahcn the sorrows of
those it loves are cone,led from it."
"Oh! but my frieni, to think what a
death blow I am to gre her future pros
poets, how am to stIse her very soul to
the earth by telling hz that her husband
is beggar. How ca, she bear ita how
can she bear neglecti:he who has been
made the idol of socie, the delight of all
who knew her. O.. it will break her
heart-it will break kheart! !" I saw his
grief was eloquent, RI let it have its
flow; for sorrow relics itself by words.
When his paroxysshad ceased, I resum-
ed the subject gentIynd begged him to
disclose his situatioat once to his wife.
He shook his head r1rufully aud positive
ly. "But how are yetO keep it from her2 y
said I, "it is nccessa,'he should know it,
that you may take Fpper steps to the al
ternation of your cicmstances. Surely it
does not require ace to be happy with
your MA1rr."
II could be hap with her." cried he
convulsivcIy, "in lsl-I could go down
with her into poverand the very dust
could! I could !od bless her! God
bless hcr!" cried hbursting into 4 food
of grief and tendess.
"And believsEmay friend, believe. me,
she can be the saFhitlr you. Aye, more,
it will be source pride and triumph to
her; for she wiIlree to prove to you that
she loves you for yown merit and SELF
There is in every twoma's heart spark
Of heavenly fire, VI, lies dormant in the
broad daylight oiosperity; but which
kindles up, beams, blazes in the dark
hour Of adversely. o man knows what
the wife of his bos is, until he has gone
with her throug,c fiery trials of this
world"
The next time met he had made the
disclosure to his, aAnd how did she
bear it E" said:I.
"Like an angel seemed rather to be q
relief to her minor she threw her arms
around my neck. asked if this was all
that had latay me so unhappy; but
poor thing,"gad "she cannot realize
the change WeI undergo, she has no
idea Of poverty, feels as yet no privation,
she suffers np;loi accustomed clegances.
, When. we epmeactically to experience
its sordid csrespaltry wants, then will
, be the trials
, "But" said low that you have got
/ over the seSeressk, that of breaking it
to- your wiss thoner you let the world
!, into the sesret better. The disclosure
lmay be mSftiy but then it is soon over,
whereas YOU ot,ise suffer it iu auticipa-
!; !, tion everyhoushe day. Have the cour-
, age to be POOR you disarm poverty of
its sting" on pointI found Mr.. w.
: perfectly Rssps he had no false pride
himself, almhis wife, she was only
, anxious toeonl to bis altered fortunes.
I saw hin Q days afterwards, he had
!, disposed hielling and all his fine fur
!, niture, exSepthis wife's piano, and gui-
tar. ThesSs sse, were too closely con-
nected vi fdes Of herself-they be,
longed t9hey Of their loves; for some
of the sw moments Of their courtships
were thoS she had leaned over these
instrums listened to the melting
tones Of et voice. I could not but
! smile at sancs Of romantic gallantry
IN a,doi 3band.
"A he fkoipp out to a cottage which