is in contemplating the weakness of their superiors. Pride nourishes itself by gazing on inferiors, and heightening the contrast. But the habit of virtue is to stoop graciously to lift inferiors toward itself, and look reverentially on the merits of superiors, lifting itself with aspiring docility and admiration. More patience, sincerity, studious seclusion, meditative consecration and steady sympathy are the foremost wants of our age.

The soul's great need is God. It is fatal to love too much and desire too much. One with infinite instincts, strong and impulsive yearnings, striving with a marvelous fervor of feelings for objects whose attainments are doubtful, aspiring to the bliss of being loved without stint or limit, is one whom grief finds an easy prey, a breaking heart for what cannot be; only at last does heaven open and shed some drops of refreshing dew.

Sweet source of every virtue,

O Sacred Sorrow!-who knows not thee,
Knows not the best emotions of the heart,

Those tender tears! they humanize the soul.

There is genuine joy in the emotions. There are those whose hearts are filled with human affection, fond, clinging, passionate, tender-whose fresh, pure spirits are a perpetual fountain of delight, on whose soul all the sweet breezes of life and nature play as on a harp, and bring forth sounds of sweetest melody, themselves a hymn of praise.

Sensibility heightens imagination and quickens feeling. Privileged soul, whose province is the interior of the sentiments; who has at command the genius of music of flowers, of brooding meditation, of elegance and refinement-to be permitted to lay its deepest possession on the bosom of some kindred nature—ardently desiring to possess everything— wealth of beautiful ideas, art, science, all power-only to give it to the beloved object, and to gratify pride in that love.

To feel the integrality of love-to feel that one's whole nature is understood and appreciated-is a happiness the most rare in earthly affection. To be sure of always being loved by those you love, seems the highest terrestrial happiness. They only are to be pitied who die without the experience of affection, without ever feeling those minor tones of love which touch us in our meditative moods, and reduce the world to a few days of love, of sentiment, of poetry and

romance.

Calmer at night we rest,

Grander we work by day,
If one unchanging breast
Is our unfailing stay.

Woman needs the protective tenderness of a just reciprocation. There are women who find their life in intellectual culture. Their standard of intellectual, moral and manly excellence, is high. They are too noble to stoop for marriage, too courageous to fear the stigma of leading a single life; and so they give to the silent heroes of the past the heart-worship which might bring sunshine to the domestic circle of any who could truly estimate its worth.

If we'd lingered a moment longer,

Or lingered not quite so long;

If we'd been but brave and stronger,

Or not quite so brave and strong;
If our words had been gayer and lighter,
Or not quite so gay and light;

If we'd shown our love, or hid it-
The wrong had all been right.

If we'd been but a little wiser,
Been truer or not so true;

If we'd done this, that, or the other-
In short, what we did not do-

We'd have smiles in the place of weeping,

Have joy in the place of pain;

Our griefs would be turned to pleasure,
Our loss be turned to gain.

So close we stand to our wishes-
So close, but we do not know
That the glory of life has touched us,

And the fateful moments go;

And something we've missed, we know not

Just what, or whose the blame-
But this we know: that never

Can life be again the same.

Woman needs an intellectual companion, strong by natural endowment and enriched by the knowledge of men and books; a noble, philanthropic nature, yet capable of a single, intense affection. Those who are of an affectionate and bright fancy, coalesce more readily than the dull and apathetic. The literate, refined and sensitive are more companionable, and naturally form a stronger basic friendship.

Woman has power to meet the holiest and deepest wants of man's soul. Man has a right to look to woman for the completion of his happiness and destiny, by her power to refine and elevate his nature, to share his intellectual life, to develop his affections in the most beautiful, endearing, domestic relations. Woman has a right to look to man for a type of greatness which shall fill her idea of manhood.

She expects from him a generous appreciation of her whole nature, moral, intellectual and physical, and his help in its development; and if necessary causes confine her at home, his love will keep him by her side. It is certain ruin to his soul's peace to leave her to isolation, or anxiety, and an ever-present longing for his sympathy and companionship. Mutual help and dependence must be freely reciprocated, and the result will be true growth and harmony. A true knowledge of each other's inherent affection and real state of feelings, must inevitably preclude all misunderstanding and consequent alienation.

Sad as speech of ocean wave is the slow alienation of friends. With no one to love or confide in, there is but little to hope. Rare as is true love, true friendship is still rarer. Of no worldly good can the enjoyment be perfect, unless it is shared by a friend.

To view alone

The fairest scenes of land and deep,

With none to listen and reply

To thoughts with which my heart beat high,

Were irksome.

A true homogeneity will ultimate a higher and larger state of the affections. In order to have a happy home, one must have a true conception of what it is to be a true mana true woman-bound together in true marriage. Here there is no mastership or servitude, save that of love. Woman is not undeveloped man,

But diverse. Could we make her as the man,
Sweet love were slain. His dearest bond is this;
Not like in like, but like in difference;

Yet in the long years, liker shall they grow,

The man be more of woman, she of man.

He gains in sweetness and in moral height,

Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world;

She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care,

Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind,

Till at last she set herself to man,

Like perfect music unto noble words.

And so these twain, upon the skirts of time,
Sit side by side full summed in all their powers,

Dispensing harvest, sowing the To Be.

Then comes the statelier Eden back to man,

Then springs the crowning race of human kind.
Oh, let us walk the world so that our love
Burns like a blessed beacon, beautiful
Upon the walls of life's surrounding dark!

IT IS AVERSE TO TALENT TO CONSORT WITH UNDEVELOPED MINDS.

Happiness and elevation demand equality in the development of united parties. Whatever separates man from woman in his pursuits, intellectually or socially, degrades him and her. Man is ennobled by sharing with woman. Society has declared, in its highest fruition and blossoming, that there shall be no civilization fitting for man that is not appropriate for his wife and mother. No civilization is complete that excludes the gentler and loftier impulses of social life. Modern civilization eschews secret societies. Freedom and purity are commensurate and inseparable. The sunshine of consciousness is lightest and most prismatic when the spirit is king, and rules benignly in the lower kingdom of the senses; such a mind throbs in sweet accord with the Infinite heart. The holy energy of love floods his private purposes, and there are healing and happiness in the faithful exercise of his will. Women are not levelers; they love ornamentation and distinctive symbols; and, without the admiration of woman, man would be more liable to fall into disrepute.

Our country will flourish, our greatness expand,
When the voice of woman is heard in the land.

The world is ceaselessly looking for and expecting intellectual news from woman, because, simply, that she has already taught the world to believe in her capacity. In the literary arena, woman is almost invariably victorious; she seldom fails to establish a reputation for skill and breadth of conception; and, in many instances, her unwearied perseverances and cool discretion are without precedent. History teems with instances which might be adduced to illustrate the deep, earnest, courageous soul of woman. Woman is not less heroic to-day; but the same conditions