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sS9~ 5A A FRAGMENT. t-- 5sE z@} " T heard story once, in days gone by, ns- Of a fond girl who gave loye-her soul

 To one-who seemed in truth to adore 's ''e This fair young creature in return!--aa aejR s. 4r,,,r,,ss nsfsssf atft ,.,v; ,rye, But why aa, l do forget the reason-(some slight thing. Perchance nasty word-an unkind glance

 Orelse the fickIeness of his own heart a4e a,2 Wrought the sad change)-he left her--and , she s',ias oleo iads ss.-az@ s, siq4,,;s +.,a gs ,ssw Has often made me weep-and Ihase felt 7s'2. -sAdeath cold hand engraving on my heart g5m s'Such fate may be thine own" -a-,-.. .1 Oh, men ye know not what ye do-when thus '4Ye trife with a woinans love. We're likef&a

 Tn unrighteousst thief, that in the dead of night Breaks in the sanctuary, and purloins vex< s,; ,. The sacred treasures. ye not,

 FThatlo love to woman is holy thing s9nlsi aSa'o@' And would ye crush the altar where she awer- Are ye 50 Nln her pure, u young heart TO lean upon you for her stay, her guide '' %l To twine her life for ever with your own-- saav Aud bid her trust with confidence and hope As the enwreathing ivy trusts the oak

 And will ye, then, unlike that tree, that still .' Through shine and storm protects the gentle Will ye when tempests rise, mock her and spurn

 her, ''" SA iScorn her, till she diel aa4 7ssIsABEL.