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A work just published in England, cnti
tied "1aie$ byih O'iara FamHy," furnish
es the following touching tribute to woman
to the truth and business OF which the feel


ngs of every man, on when the hand og
severe sickness has been laid, will invoun-
tarily respond. Never was more faithful
portrait drawn by the painters happy hand.


1t has been often remarked, chat in sick.
ness there is no hand ike woman's hand no
heart like woman's heart: and there is not.
4 mans breast may swell with unuttcrabe
sorrow, and apprehension may rend his
mind; vet place him by the sick couch, and
in the shadow rathcr than the light of the
sad lamp that watches it; let him have to
count over the long dull hours of night, and
wait alone and slcepless. the struggle Of the
grey dawn into the chamber of suffering; let
him be appointed to this ministry even for
the sake of the brother of his heart, or the
father Of his being, and his grosser
nature, even where it is most perfect, will
tire, his eve will close, and his spirit grow
impatient to the drcary task; and though


love and anxiety remain undiminished, his
mind will own to itself a creeping in of ire
sistiDc selishness, which indeed he may be
ashamed Of, and struggle to reject, but
which despite of all his efforts, remains to
characterize his nature, and prove, in one
instance, at least his manly weakness. But
see mother, sister or Il wife, in his place,


The woman feels 10 wcariness. owns no
recollection OF self. In silence and in the
depth of night she dwells, not only passiyciy,
but so far as the qualified term may express
our meaning, jealously. Her ear acquires a
blind mans instinct, as from time to time it
catches the slightest stir, or whisper, or
breath of the now more than ever loved one,
who lies under the hand of human aifliction.
Her step, as in obedience to an impulse or a
signal, would not awaken mouse; if she
speaks, her accents are soft echo ofnatu-
raj harmony, most delicious to the sick man.
ear, conveying all that sound can convey of
pity, comfort and devotion; and thus night
after night she tends him like a crea-
ture sent from a higher world, when all
earthly watchfulness has failed--her eye
never winking, her mind never palled, her
nature, that at all other times is weakness,
now gaining super-human strength and
magnanimity, herself forgotten, and her scS
alone predominant.