Should the base plebeian rabble Weeps within her widow'd home, Seek her; say the gods bear witnessAltars, augurs, circling wings— That her blood with mine commingled Yet shall mount the throne of kings. As for thee, star-eyed Egyptian, Glorious sorceress of the Nile, I am dying, Egypt, dying; Hark! the insulting foeman's cry, -GEN. WILLIAM HAINES LYTLE, No sighs can breathe away our guilt Or bid the past return; If we have idly sown or failed This solemn truth we learn: That every yesterday whose wreck Bestrews life's checkered way Has worn amid the fleeting now, The raiment of to-day. Then pluck each moment e'er it dies, Be thoughtful now; to wisdom's son Each common deed our hands perform, It springs into a welcome flower Or adds a cheerless thorn to swell -L. L. KNIGHT. SOME DAY. "SOME day, somehow!" The hour is dead When I looked into loving eyes, And kissed the whispering lips that said These words to me. And if the ties Then made are broken; if the breast Then warm with life, is pulseless now, I still will think that God knows best, That we shall meet some day, somehow, Until that time I still shall know That whereso e'er in Heavenly care I'll hear that voice so low and sweet, I'll hear the words: "Some day, somehow!" Upon the mantelpiece I see grace. I question not the mystic spell ; But hark! how clear the accents now! 'Tis not the language of farewell, 'Tis trusting love's "some day, somehow!" And so I fondly hope 'twill be, Not now, but some time; after life Is finished and eternity Dawns on the soul. The toil and Of time once ended, then comes rest THE lights are growing dimmer- From the slowly sinking sun; WHAT WIVES ARE FOR. IT is not to sweep the house and make the beds, and darn the socks, and cook the meat, chiefly, that a man wants a wife. If this is all he wants, hired servants can do that cheaper than a wife. If this is all, when a young man calls to see a young lady, send him into the pantry to taste the bread and cakes that she made; send him to see the needlework and bed-making; or put a broom in her hands and send him to witness its use. Such things are important, and the wise young man will quietly look after them. But what the true man most wants of a wife, is her companionship, sympathy and love. The way of life has many dreary places in it, and he needs a companion with him. A man is sometimes overtaken with misfortune; he meets a failure and defeat, trials and temptations beset him, and he needs one to stand by and sympathize. He has some stern battles to fight with poverty, with enemies, and with sin, and he needs a woman who as he puts an arm around |