. How to be happy though married. Being a handbook to marriage . and try to get some sleep. At least, to quiet myself, I LOVE SURVIVING MARRIAGE. 259 •will try to believe—oh, why cannot I believe it once for all—that, with all my faults and follies, I am dearer to you than•any earthly creature. Hundreds of other cases of love surviving matrimony might•be cited but we shall only add one more. On the fifty-fourth•anniversary of his marriage, Mr. S. C Hall composed thefollowing lines, a copy of which I had the pleasure of receivingfrom himself: • Yes ! we go genily down the hill of life,And thank
. How to be happy though married. Being a handbook to marriage . and try to get some sleep. At least, to quiet myself, I LOVE SURVIVING MARRIAGE. 259 •will try to believe—oh, why cannot I believe it once for all—that, with all my faults and follies, I am dearer to you than•any earthly creature. Hundreds of other cases of love surviving matrimony might•be cited but we shall only add one more. On the fifty-fourth•anniversary of his marriage, Mr. S. C Hall composed thefollowing lines, a copy of which I had the pleasure of receivingfrom himself: • Yes ! we go genily down the hill of life,And thank our God at every step we go ;The husband-lover and the sweetheart-wife. Of creeping age what do we care or know ?Each says to each, Our fourscore years, thrice leave us young : the soul is never old ! What is the grave to us ? can it divideThe destiny of two by God made one ? We step across, and reach the other know our blended life is but begun. These fading faculties are sent to say Heaven is more near to-day than yesterday,. CHAPTER XXVni. HE WILL NOT SEPARATE US, WE HAVE EEEX SO HAPPY. To veer how vain ! on, onward strain,Brave barks ! in light, in darkness too ;Through winds and tides one compass guides,To that, and your own selves, be true. Cut, O blithe breeze ! and O great seas, Though neer that earliest parting pastOn your wide plain they join again, Together lead them home at last. One port, methought, alike they sought, One purpose hold whereer they bounding breeze, O rushing seas ! At last, at last unite them there ! —ClougJu E will not separate us, we have been so happy —these were the last words of Charlotte Brontewhen, having become Mrs. Nicholls, and havinglived with her husband only nine months, deathcame to snatch the cup of domestic felicity fromthe lips of tlie happy pair. A low wandering delirium came
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