Des Arc weekly citizen., 1869-02-02

tian fortitude, the ceaseless prayers of I her who clung to my ruined fortunes, after all had abandoned me. She bade me look at her children, but the wine cup had stronger voice, and went on until disease prostratcd me upon a bed of pain. Then it was that she con quercd. Through the long months ol my illness she toiled to get bread for mo, all unworthy as 1 was, and arose from that couch of repentance, an al- tered, because thinking man. She had been thcssstill small voice. to lure mo from my follies. She had taught me to look upon myself as creature born for higher purposes, and then, while the wife was before me, she brought our little household around, and bade them kneel before me. The past with all its madness came over me like spirits voice, and the misery l was inflctng upon others made me take that resolution, which, under Gods favor, will never alter. to live for her who had rcgeneratcd me to live for my caildren."
 The gratiiied wife, gratiiied less at 1 hearing a recital of her wcll-earned praises, than delighted with the tone of her husbands determination as to l his future course, smiled tearfully up- on him, while he took her hand and clasped it within his own.
 1 Agnes was affected with the scene l here was indeed woman's triumph, inl measurably beyond any that the victor field of the coAqueror may present, or the annals of political pre-eninenee afford. Nobody's business is liieless in 1 tho pathway of woman's sriumph, no l bleeding seIsibiiities, no thirst for do- ] minion marks her course! Her weap 1 on is virtue, bending to circumstances, i yet rising superior to difficulty. Her battle field is the human heart, and she 1 instills into it sound principles. bid ] ding the wauderer to return, and pointing out the advantages of refog- nation.
 Agnes left the mansion Of George II. no longer dscontentcd with her wo- mans estate, and Harry Harrington, as they entered the parlor where Agnes had utturred her wish that she was a man, felt in his own mind that the wa ger was not very doubtful.
 Married on the 10th of Jannary, lS3-, HENRY HARRINGTON. Esq. to Miss AGNES, daughter of Cldwa.iadrr Cali co, Esq. all of Cincinnati.
 There is something excessively pro- voking in the air of an impcrlineet happiness assumed by ncwly-tied Benedict, which but i'll accords with bachelors views of the miscries con sequent upon marriage.
 Harry Harrington looked thus as. on the evening Of thc eleventh of January, he sat hy the fire, stirring it abstract edly, while a lady, with whom the reader is somewhat acquainted, was seated u the table busily engaged in pcnning a letter.
 As it is important that my readers should be acquainted with the charac ter of this missive, transcribe it.
 "Yes, my dear Julia, Fam married I that vowed never 10 submit myself to the conjugal yoke, am yoked at last. 1 Well, l am not very sorry, for Harry is a good soul. and, doubtless, will let me have my own way ,--But, Julia, 1 l have seen much to make me serious of I late. never knew until recently how much we may render to our fellow creatures. How plain is the line of woman's duty, aud how awful are her responsibilities Her world Is not among the strfes of politics, faction, and selfish trade; but she may be great even in relieving the wants of the al- fictcd. healing the wounds that sharp necessity has opened, and pouring the oil of consolation into the bosom la boring in the agones of death. She is looked to as guide by the young, as solace by the aged, and woe upon her. if, negleeting her charge, she devote that tIme to a round of fashionable :. follies which should be 'spcnt in ad- ministcring charity, or attending to her private duties. If she have chil- dren--''
 "Very well thought of, said a voice behind, and looking round she found Harrington coolly perusing her letter. i Really, Mr. Harrington, what right have vou to read my private corrcs- l pondence
 ''The right of husband, my dear, and permit me 10 say that your senti- mcnts do you great honor"
 Il am glad you think so, dear lIar- ry!'
 But you must not think shall let you have your own way remarked ! the complaeent husband.
 Agnes smiled, there was mischief in that smile.
 NoTE TO THE READER.-The author has but one word to say in conclusion. To his lady reader, he would recon mend the sketch of Miss A. Home ly as her character may seem drawn ' by the rough hand, yet it is a beautiful conception: and woman, beautiful and pure as she seems when gliding down the dance, or enthraling the soul with sweet sounds as she bends over the harp, is far more lovely when visiting ' the coIch of pain and nliuisterin9 to