Life and death .. . , alas our leases would. What hast thou then, proud flesh and bloud, to boaste? Thy days are bad, at best; but few, at most; But sad at merriest; and but weak at strongest; Unsure at surest; and but short at longest. How to Choose a Good Husband.—When you see ayoung man of modest, respectful, retiring manners, notgiven to pride or vanity, he will make a good husband,for he will be the same to his wife after marriage that hewas before. When you see a young man who would takea wife for the value of herself, and not for the sake ofwealth, that man will make a good husband, for
Life and death .. . , alas our leases would. What hast thou then, proud flesh and bloud, to boaste? Thy days are bad, at best; but few, at most; But sad at merriest; and but weak at strongest; Unsure at surest; and but short at longest. How to Choose a Good Husband.—When you see ayoung man of modest, respectful, retiring manners, notgiven to pride or vanity, he will make a good husband,for he will be the same to his wife after marriage that hewas before. When you see a young man who would takea wife for the value of herself, and not for the sake ofwealth, that man will make a good husband, for his affec-tion will not decrease, neither will he bring himself or hispartner to want. Never make money an object of mar-riage ; if you do, depend upon it, as a balance for thegood, you will get a bad husband. When you see ayoung man who is tender and affectionate, no matterwhat his circumstances in life are, he is really worth thewinning; take him who can, girls, he will make a goodhusband. LIFE S ASSURANCE. 339. LIFES ASSURANCE. Twas a wild dream!—I had grown old-Dim was my aching sight—and cold—The blood that crept, in languid course,Through each dried vein. Tired Natures forceWas spent; yet, yet I longed to live—-To mingle in earths crowd—to giveAnother sigh, another tear,To those who were by kindred dear—To those my heart best loved. I wept,In the dark thought that Time had swept,Remorseless many a blooming flower,The sunshine of my spirits hourOf happiness, away !—AloneI wandered forth: no soothing tone—No blessing breathed, in accents dear—No Speed thee, Heaven! to charm and chccr-Was mine. I came—and went; a sighHailed me with its sad minstrelsy;Shrieks of despair the rude gale swelled,And demons of the night-storm yelled,At my departure.—Could it be —She, the beloved one!—where was She? 340 lifes assurance. Ha ! twas a sudden flash ! that spire, Seen through the lightnings lurid fire, Had met my gaze before! Deep, deep, In memorys page, awa
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