A VIRGIN HEART.
There is nothing under Heaven is

 dellciousas hepossession of pure, fresh, and immutable affections. The most lelicitous moment of mans life; the

 most ecstatic to all his emotions and sym pathies, is that in which he receives an avowal of affection from the idol of bis heart. Tines springs offeeling whenin their youthful purity, are as fountains of un- sealed and gushing tenderness the spell

 that once draws them forth is the mystic

 light of future years, and undying mem ory. Nothinginlife issop pure and devo- ted as Woman's love. IL matters not whether 1t be for husbandor child, sister or brother, 1t is the same pure and un- queachable hame-the same constant and immaculate glow of feeling, whose most proper food is misfortune. and whose undeniabie touchstone is trial. Do but give her one token of loye-one kind-word or gentle look, even if it be amid deselation and death; the feelings of that faithful heart will gush forth as a torrent, in despite of every earthly bond or mercenary tie.-More priceless than the gems of Golconda is Virgins heart, and more devoted than the idola- try to Mecca, is " Woman's love. TFlere is no sordid view, no qualifying sell-in- terests in the feeling. It is a principle and characteristic of her nature, fac ulty and an infatuation which absorbs and concentrates all the feryour of her soul and all the depths of her bosom. would rather be the idol of one unsul- lied and unpraetised heart, than the Mon- arch of empires. l would rather pos sess the immaculate and impassioned devotion of one high souled and enthu- siastic Virgin, than the sycophantic flaw nings of millions. There IS more thriIE ing felicity derived from all union of true, guileless and uneontaminated hearts, than all the conquests of Alex ander, the wisdom of Socrates, or the wealth of CrGsus would afford. .-The general world knows nothing of these things. None can appreciate the refine ments of pure feeling, but those who, by nature or some peculiar property of the mind, are qualified to drink of the depths of it's gushing and sparkling fountains. None can know the Elysi- nm ot possessif g a heart, until they feel the value of a gem SC priceless-until they can think of its embodyings as something too holy to be mingled with

 the grosser images of passion and hu- manlty, until they at last imagine the spirit of a seraph has been elothed with aform of perishable immortality. When