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 How often do we hear men eager in the pursuit of partners for life, enquire for beau tiful women: and yet how brief Is the exis- tence of what they seek, and how unpro- ductive of happiness is its possession. We know full well the satisfaction that sleeps beneath the snow white lids off beautiful eye, in the naughty curl of an exquisite lip in the blush of the rose that leaps into the budding cheek-in the fine turn of a swan-Iike neck--the gentle motions of symmetrical form, or in the shadowy re- dundance of dark and beautiful flowing tresses. The hearts of the young and pas sionate leap gladly, and are filled with wild impulses, whilst gazing upon these things but when tine soul is scrutinized, and found unblessed by elevated thought and generous imaginings when the intellect is nncultured, aud tle imagination cold, the slumber of forgetfulness will soon fall upon tbe dream of beauty, and the flame of af-

 saion be quenched in apathy or disgust. '||j ! ' Anonymous.