Year: 1869

more to me than the stranger who passeth
my door" Then this dark reality enters
into every bone, sinew, and nerve of her
body; her face becomes carc-won and
wrinkled. her step grows less light, her
sweet temper morose and her v,ice harsh
and discordant, and compared with TWEEN
ty years ago, she is wreck on the ocean
of life ;she has still her honor and integ-
rity, and it may be, noble men and beau
tiful women call her mother, and she
may look on them in fond motherly pride,
and for moment forget all, but those
promising beings who are really her own.
She standf to them as the tree to its shoot
they must soon be their own base, other
tendrils will SON claim them for support,
and when the lonely sick time comes,
where will she lay her head who will
caress tie aching brow, that her husbands
Office claimed the soul pleasure of doing =?
who will take her to the srot, where the
light is softest and the air most laden
with perfume All we'll she may close
her eyes tightly to keep back the bitterest
tears woman ever she'd, for her husband
in no more to her, save name, than the
stranger who passcth her door. Well
she may feel bitter, and mourn, for the
desoation-in nine cases out Of ten-has
been caused by her own foil y; folly in
negIecting to creep into his affections and
establish herself queen of that one little
realm that is lost to her forever.


a woman can model the man who
chose her, into just what she pleases.
When she first hears his name she is not
standing in the most beautiful part of her
life-honcymoon; he has taken her into
his liic into the secret place Of his soul,
he has given her all. Now It's for her to
keep, what he has so firmly given; It's
for her to plant herself firmly and surely,
right in the centre of his heart by her
virtue, and goodness, and never allow her.
self to be moved from her seat; thel
watch his tastes, and caprices, his fond,
nesses, and so humor, that turn which
way he will he will always find himself
his wife's lover. Her hand though it may
be brown, is sure to be softer to him thar
any other, her voice is swecter to him II,
years roll on, and her caress dcarer a,
age wearies his body and weakens hi
mind.


She has taken her place, and nobly ha'
she stood by his side in life's fierce bat
tie. She bears many scar and wound
She has waded with him the foamng Sc;
of literature ; aye, and with him dabbleC
her feet in the murky waters Of politics
she has nurtured all his tastes, and shared
them she tainted with her eff,rts, bu
she clung to his strong arm, and for th'
world he would not relax his clipgng ivy


bat folds her proudly to his bosom. Sh


goes to his sick couch, now the might,
oak is stricken, and he yields the sceptr


into her hands she has so wound hersel


into his nature that he may rest secur


in her. See will hold him safe. n


club, or saloon, or other cause, can alien
ate a man from such wife; T; because sh


is indeed part of himself, nothing ha


charms for him without her, and the oil


siverhcad of fourscore, will blush lik
u school girl of seventeen, as his bride Q
sixty years greets him with her kiss an
, caress If man is not his wife's devot


ed lover, it is her own wicked fault