Wit.

THOSE that have no wit themselves, look upon it in another as an enemy; those that have, as a rival; few make it their acquaintance, fewer still their friend, however, it makes poverty honorable, and indigence respected. Honored, praised and happy are the ingenious, but seldom rewarded or enriched; fancy treats her children with golden dreams and happy deliriums; every man's land affords a landscape to the painter, a description or simile for the poet; even in the mines he may dig for comparisons, though not for gold.

MRS. MONTAGUE.

Life.

LIFE must become light if it will not change itself into a lethargic sadness; into an actual death. In this gloomy disposition of mind, man cannot prepare himself for immortality; because he understands it not, and strives not to make himself worthy of it. We call to mind moments of departed pleasure, more vivedly than the past hours of sorrow.

was dear to us.

This is a hint that life

Death must not be re

garded as a liberation from prison; it is only a step out of the valley, to the top of the mountain, where we enjoy a more extended prospect, and where we breathe lightly-out of the valley, into which, indeed, the light and warmth of the sun penetrated, and where also the love of God embraces us. Learn properly to understand and love life, if thou wilt rightly understand and love eternity.

MISS BREMER.

Love.

TRUE love has many counterfeits, and in man at least, possibly requires the touch and mellowness, if not of time, at least of many memories of perfect and tried conviction of the faith, the worth, and the beauty of the heart to which it clings.

BULWER.

Sympathy.

THERE are ten thousand tones and signs,
We hear and see, but none defines -
Involuntary sparks of thought,

Which strike from out the heart o'erwrought,

And form a strange intelligence,

Alike mysterious and intense,

Which link the burning chain that binds,
Without their will young hearts and minds,
Conveying, as the electric wire,

We know not how the absorbing fire.

BYRON.

Conventionalism.

WE may break the laws of God as often as we please, and we may evade the laws of man, provided we do it cunningly, without fear of losing caste; but the laws of society are sacred, and the woman who neglects them is sentenced ere the crime be consummated. What a nice thing it is to have a number of pretty little conventional channels for the feelings, where they may play about safely and do nobody any harm - only it's a pity they are so shallow - it's bad policy, for a strong current sweeps them all away in an instant.

THE MAIDen Aunt.

Song.

I SHOT an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where,
For so swift it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where,
For who has sight so keen and strong
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow still unbroke,
And the song from beginning to end
I found again in the heart of a friend.

LONGFELLOW.

Prudence.

WHAT is generally termed prudence, is seldom other than a cowardly discretion, or a vile selfishness. The Worldly Prudent avoids the unhappy, and is sometimes seen to tread upon the fallen, who, he expected would rise no more. MRS. NORTON.