A being so gentle and so virtuous, slander might wound but not dishonor.
Even death, when he tore her from the arms of husband, could but
transport to the bosom of her God."
Andrew Jackson was never the same man again. During his presidency he
never used the phrase, "By the Eternal," nor any other language which
could be considered profane. He mourned his wife until he himself
rejoined her in the tomb he had prepared for them both.
Of all the blessed things below
To hint the joys above,
There is not one our hearts may know
So dear as mated love.
It walks the garden of the Lord,
It gives itself away;
To give, and think not of reward,
Is glory day by day.
And though sometimes the shadows fall,
And day is dark as night,
It bows and drinks the cup of gall,
But gives not up the fight.
For One is in the union where
The _mine_ is ever _thine_,
Whose presence keeps it brave and fair,
A melody divine.
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L.
DISCONTENTED GIRLS.
ONE PANACEA FOR THEM--AND ONE REFUGE.
Not every girl is discontented, nor are any wretched all the time. If
they were, our homes would lose much sunshine. Certainly no class in the
community is so constantly written about, talked at, and preached to as
our girls. And still there always seems to be room left for one word
more. I am persuaded that the leaven of discontent pervades girls of the
several social ranks, from the fair daughter of a cultured home to her
who has grown up in a crowded tenement, her highest ambition to dress
like the young ladies she sees on the fashionable avenue.
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