W WOMAN'S TEN DERNESS AND


LOVE.
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1t has often been remarked that in sick
ness, there is no hand like won,an's hand,
no heart like woman's heart-and there
is net. A mans brea', may swell with
unuilerable sorrow, and apprehension may
rend his mind; yet place him by the sick
couch, and in the shadow rather than
light the sad lamp tina. watches it, let
him have TO count over the long dull
hours of night, aud wait, alone and sleep
less, the struggles Of the gray dawn into
the chamber of suffering; let him be ap-
pointed 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 1t is most perfect, will tire; his eye
will close, aud his spirit grow impatient
of the dreary task, and though, love and
anxiety remain undiminished, his mind
will own to itself creeping in an irresis-
tible selfshness which, indeed, hs may