FEMALE LOVE.
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Emily was now in the happiest period of love-perhaps it's only happy one she felt keener sense of enjoyment, pleasure in was more buoyant, her laugh more glad she felt desire to be kind to all around, and her nature seemed all gaiety but for its sweetness.

 Loves first steps are upon the rose,' says the proverb-' its second finds the thorn Like the maiden of the fairy tale, we destroy our spell when we open it to examine in what character it is vritten.- In its ignorance is it's happiness there is none of the anxiety that is the fever of hope-no fears, for there is no calculation mo selfshness, for it asks for nothing-no disappointment, for nothing is expected i; it is like the deep quiet enjoyment of bask- ing in the bright sunshine, without thinking of either how the glad warmth will rip pen our fruits and flowers, or how the dark clouds in the distance forebode a storm.

 doubt whether this morning twilight of l the affections has the same extent of dura- tion and influence in man that it has in wo- man the necessity of exertion for attain ment has been carly inculcated upon him -he knows, that if he would win, he must woo-and his imagination acts chiefly as a stimulus. But woman's is of more pas- sive kind she has no motive for analys- ing feelings whose future rests not with herself; more imaginative from early sed- entary habits, she is content to dream on, and some chance reveals to herself the se- cret she would never have learned from selt-investigation. Imbued with all the ti- midity, exalted by the romance of first attachment, never did a girl yet calculate on making what is called conquest of the man she loves. A conquest is the resource Of veariness-the consolation of disap- pointment-a second world of vanity and ambition, sighed for like Alexander's, but not till we have wasted and destroyed the hearts first sweet world of early love.

 Let Lord Byron say what he will O bread and butter, girlhood is beautiful season, and it's love-its warm, uncalcula ting, devoted love-so exaggerating in it simplicity-so keen from its freshness-i the very poetry of attachment; after year have nothing like it. To know that tn love which once seemed eternal can hay an end, destroys its immortality and tn, = brought to a level with the beginnings au endings-the chances and changes of life commonplace employments and pleasure and alas from the sublime to the rid cAlous there is but step-our divinit turns out an idol--we are grown too wis' too worldly for our former faith-and W laugh at what we wept before such laugf ter is more bitter--a thousand times mor bitter than tears.'-Romance and Realit, { AdUice GrGtis.-The other day, on Il, western circut, an eminent barrister ws " examining an old woman, and endeavorin ], to persuade her to his way of thinking by few of what lawyers call "leading que. tioDs." After several attempts to indue her memory1to recur to a particular fact few "surely you remember this"-ar '' surely you must recollect that" the wi ness answered ha' tauld ye can tel but if ye noo so much more about it than do (pointing to the judge, doe tell naist' yourself.-The I'osoR.

 I one day asked my friend s. Tn. Storrs,l if he spoke while a member , Congress. Yes, said he, made or ' speech. Well, said I, if you have no ot ioctioDs, you would confer signal fave by giving inc the outlines of your V maide speech. ' Oh my dear sir, he replied,