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Since in this dreary vale of tears
In hoarding useless treasure ?
No, - let the young and ardent mind
A source of purer pleasure !
Better to live despised and poor,
The wound of earthly woes.
Vain world ! did we but rightly feel
To death, and sweet repose !
NEVER GIVE UP.
Never give up! it is wiser and better
Always to hope than once to despair ;
And break the dark spell of tyrannical care;
you Providence kindly has mingled the cup, And in all trials, or troubles, bethink you,
The watchword of life must be, Never give up.
Never give up! there are chances and changes
Helping the hopeful a hundred to one,
Every success, - if you'll only hope on:
Knowing that Providence mingles the cup, And of all maxims the best, as the oldest,
Is the true watchword of Never give up.
Never give up!--though the grape-shot may rattle
Or the full thunder-cloud over you burst, Stand like a rock and the storm or the battle
Little shall harm you, though doing their worst. Never give up!- if adversity presses,
Providence wisely has mingled the cup, And the best counsel, in all your distresses,
Is the stout watchword of Never give up!
Of all the springs of human joy and love, which divine compassion has opened in the parched and sterile paths of this weeping earth, none well up with purer brightness, or deeper freshness, to the thirsty and craving heart, than the trustful tenderness and tranquil happiness of a well-balanced union.
Though the relation of marriage is highly solemn in its moral bearings, and unspeakably bitter in the hopeless woe it inflicts upon selfish and discordant natures, yet the sympathy, support, and serene confidence it bestows upon affectionate and elevated spirits, are its peculiar gifts. A “mother's love" is as vital and fathomless as the life of her own soul ; but its anxious and wasting cares, and trembling responsibilities, while they root her love more deeply, render a husband's sympathy and affection the necessary aliment of her happiness, and the rich reward of her maternal care and devotion. But, as the tranquillity of inarried life is more dependent upon the performance of real duties, and gentle concessions, than fine sentiment and abstract theories, we would endeavor to present to our young
married readers some of its practical aspects, could we select any single view of peculiar importance, in the vast accumulation of influences which operate in domestic life. No expression of the face, no random word, no habit of manner, or cadence of voice, is uninfluential and unnoted, at least by memory, which treasures them all up for after thought, sooner or later.
If, then, previous negations become positive influences in married history, how serious must be the consequences of our actions and principles !
There are some general laws applicable in all cases; but so various are tastes, temperament, habits, circumstances, and position, that no one's experience will be fully adapted to the case of any other. We can only throw out a few remarks, to manifest our sympathy and interest for our youthful married readers, who have entered upon a path, the thorns or flowers of which may, in some instances, be of their own planting. Providence, it seems to us, has placed the precious treasure of domestic happiness more especially in the keeping of our own sex. Our habits, tastes, and truest attractions indicate the possession of this most delicate and impalpable of human influences. There are two elements of power, characteristic of the two sexes, and harmonizing in effect when each is exercised in its appropriate sphere. No woman who has true taste or self-respect would rob her own brow of its reflected glory, by casting her husband's crown of manhood
beneath her feet, to gratify an unfeminine and undignified love of ascendency and “management.” Her influence, like the color and perfume of a blossom, will pervade her gentler province with its grace and sweetness, while she honors his manly prerogatives and nobler attributes as the highest compliment to her own understanding and taste.
Of the eminent Bishop Kennicott's wife, Mrs. Hannah More wrote, that “she was the object not only of her husband's affection, but of his pride; and he loved her as much from taste as tenderness." Such an elegant tribute to a tender and high-minded wife far outweighs the brightest gems “of Ormus and of Ind."
Let not the young wife simply imagine that the marriage vow secures her all the acquisitions, which can only be won by the exhibition of actual qualities in seasons of trial and duty. She has obtained the lover, but she has still a higher achievement to accomplish. Hopeless disappointment and chilled affection, or the slow and rich reward of a husband's increasing tenderness and approving judgment, are now, like the “lights and shadows" of an April sky, trembling in her bridal horoscope. Her own principle of duty will “weave the warp and weave the woof” of her future lot. She has entered upon a scene solemnized by serious claims and high responsibilities. Her former theories and present knowledge are useless to guide her sensitive and apprehensive spirit. She must commence with her own