THE YOUNG WIFE'S APPEAL. O HUSBAND, husband, go not out For snowy clouds have hid the earth Hark to the whistling winds, that scream And now, subdued, they seem to moan O husband, husband, do not leave Upon our tidy hearth We may be happy here to-night, Think of the many joyous hours When to my grief your gentle voice A charm of music lent. Think of the holy book we read, Ere we in prayer did bow; And here it is the same good book . I LIVE TO LOVE. "I LIVE to love," said a laughing girl, "I live to love," said a maiden fair, As she twined a wreath for her sister's hair; "I live to love,” said a gay young bride, "I live to love," said a mother kind --- "I would live a guide to the infant mind;" Her precepts and example given, Guided her children home to heaven. "I shall live to love," said a fading form, And her eye was bright, and her cheek grew warm, And ever thus, in this lower world, Should the banner of love be wide unfurled; FRIENDSHIP. FRIENDSHIP! peculiar boon of Heaven, While love, unknown among the blest, With bright, but oft destructive gleam, Thy gentle flows of guiltless joy Directress of the brave and just, O, guide us through life's darksome way! And let the tortures of mistrust On selfish bosoms only prey. Nor shall thine ardor cease to glow, When souls to blissful climes remove; What raised our virtue here below, Shall aid our happiness above. BE KIND. Be kind to thy father - for when thou wert young, Who loved thee so fondly as he? He caught the first accents that fell from thy tongue, And joined in thy innocent glee. Be kind to thy father, for now he is old, His locks intermingled with gray; His footsteps are feeble, once fearless and bold; Be kind to thy mother - for, lo! on her brow May traces of sorrow be seen; O, well mayst thou cherish and comfort her now, Remember thy mother-for thee she will pray h; With accents of kindness then cheer her lone way, E'en down to the valley of death. Be kind to thy brother- his heart will have dearth If the smile of thy joy be withdrawn n; The flowers of feeling will fade at the birth, Be kind to thy brother - wherever you are, An ornament purer and richer by far Than pearls from the depth of the sca. The depth of true sisterly love; The wealth of the ocean lies fathoms below The surface that sparkles above. Thy kindness shall bring thee many sweet hours, : LET every minute, as it flies, |