THE GOOD WIFE.
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THE GOOD WIFE.


The good wife is a being selected by
benign Providence to scatter the roses of
Icontentment, and strew the dark and SER
Ipentlne paths of life with the choicest. the
most fadeless flowers, and is truly the Hbest
Igllt of God to man." Formed to charm. to
failure and fascinate the whole soul of an
Iafectionate husband, she can at any time
transfuse portion Of her own spirit into
his, and by the powerful magic of smile,
change in moment the bitter draught of
his existence to dreams of the most deli
Iclous nectar. 49,. ..-.-.


She is the creature of the powerful at
tractive system, in which revolve, with uni
Iorm motion, all the bewitching graces, all
the home-born delights of refined and tran
quill love. She gives new charm, and adds
an exquisite delight to all the blandish-
ments of social life. Solitude is stranger
where she dwells; and Melancholy, pass
ing over his mournful story, dares not ap-
proach her consecrated mansion.


| She is the silver wand which chases a.
way the demon of sorrow, and restores the
sunshine of her soul. In her right hand is
health, happiness and dawning honors and
In her left, an inverted mirror rejecting the
lovelest objects in creation.


A good wife will soften the asperity of
L thy temper, and smoothe thy brow, cIonded
with sadness, and whisper in softest accents
the language of consolation to thy droo2
ing heart. She will form thy mind to gen
erOus eXertlons, and make thee nobly emu
lous of real greatness; and when the last
faint flashes of life's expiring lamp have
quivered out their little moment, her tears
will moisten thy clay-clod form; and her
prayers ascending for thy final happiness.
will gently watt thy disembodied spirit to
the garden Of the Paradise Of God.


A DYING Who that has
watched beside the sick-the dying couch
of beloved being-doeS not remember
the dreary, desolate blank that succeeds the
moment of dissolution While life remains
hope will linger. From the ark of it's af-
Itectlons the heart still sends forth the dove
over the wide waste of affliction, fondIy
dreaming of her return with the olive branch
of Hope and Joy. The mind too fully oc-
cupied with the duties of the sick chamber,
has scarcely leisure to dwell upon aught
beside. To smooth the pillow-to watch
over the unquiet slumber-to sweeten the
bitter draught with affections hand-to
read the languid eye-anticipate the broken
wish-these, these and a thousand other
kindly offices fill up the weary hours, and
twine the loved one in its helplessness
, closer and closer round the heart But
when the last scene has closed on the be-
ing we have so loved and tended-when
the warm heart can no longer feel our care,
nor the beaming eye smile its thanks-then
ii is that the weary frame and crushed spi-
rit sink together in utter help pless loneliness.
Beyond that silent chamber the wide world
appears one trackless waste, and as we gaze
on the still cold features of the departed,
we long for the wings of the dove, to "fy
away and be at rest" -..