LOVE-Maternal.

There is in all this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's heart. It is but pride wherewith, To his fair eye the father's eye doth turn, Watching his growth. Aye, on the babe he looks, The bright glad creature springing in his path, But as the heir of his great name, the young And stately tree, whose rising strength ere long Shall bear his trophies well. And this is love! This is man's love! What marvel? you ne'er made Your breast the pillow of his infancy;

While to the fulness of your heart's glad heavings,

His fair cheek rose and fell, and his bright hair Wared softly to your breath! You ne'er kept

watch

Beside him till the last pale star had set,

And morn, all dazzling, as in triumph, broke On your dim weary eye; not yours the face Which early faded through fond care for him, Hung o'er his sleep, and duly as heaven's light, Was there to greet his wakening! You ne'er smoothed

His couch, ne'er sung him to his rosy rest, Caught his least whisper, when his voice from yours

Had learnt soft utterance; press'd your lip to his,
When fever parch'd it; hush'd his wayward cries
With patient, vigilant, never-wearied love!
No! these are woman's tasks! in these her youth,
And bloom of cheek, and buoyancy of heart,
Steal from her all unmark'd. Mrs. Hemans.

LOVE-Omnipresence of.

Love is omnipresent in nature as motive and reward. Love is our highest word, and the synonyme of God. Every promise of the soul has innumerable fulfilments; each of its joys ripens into a new want. Nature, uncontainable, flowing, forelooking, in the first sentiment of kindness, anticipates already a benevolence which shall lose all particular regards in its general light. The introduction to this felicity is in a private and tender relation of one to one, which is the enchantment of human life; which, like a certain divine rage and enthusiasm, seizes on man at one period, and works a revolution in his mind and body; unites him to his race, pledges him to the domestic and civil relations, carries him with new sympathy into nature, enhances the power of the senses, opens the imagination, adds to his character heroic and sacred attributes, establishes mar

riage, and gives permanence to human society.

LOVE-at Parting.

Emerson.

The consciousness of being loved softens the keenest pang, even at the moment of parting; yea, even the eternal farewell is robbed of half of its bitterness, when uttered in accents that Addison. breathe love to the last sigh.

LOVE-Passion of.

The passion of love generally appears to every body but the man who feels it entirely disproportionate to the value of the object; and though love is pardoned in a certain age, because we know it is natural, having violently seized the imagination, yet it is always laughed at, because we cannot enter into it; and all serious and strong expressions of it appear ridiculous to a third person; and

LOVE-Permanency of.

The love that cheers life's latest stage,
Proof against sicknesss and old age,
Preserved by virtue from declension,
Becomes not weary of attention;
But lives, when that exterior grace,
Which first inspired the flame, decays.
"Tis gentle, delicate, and kind,
To faults compassionate or blind,
And will, with sympathy, endure
Those evils it would gladly cure:
But angry, coarse, and harsh expression,
Shows love to be a mere profession;
Proves that the heart is none of his,
Or soon expels him, if it is.

LOVE-Perspicacity of.

Cowper.

Is it weakness thus to dwell
On passion that I dare not tell?
Such weakness I would ever prove-
'Tis painful, though 'tis sweet, to love.
Kirke White.

LOVE-Revealing of.

In many ways does the full heart reveal
The presence of the love it would conceal.
Coleridge.

LOVE-Science of.

The science of love is the philosophy of the heart. Cicero.

LOVE-Slighted,
Didst thou but know as I do,

The pangs and tortures of a slighted love,

soul

Otway.

Coleridge.

0, the soft commerce! O, the tender ties, Close twisted with the fibres of the heart!

To vend the stars, make traffic of the skies,

Or measure out what is immeasurable,

As count each feeling in the pulse of love,
Its height, its depth, its softness, beauty,

strength,

And price affections as thou wouldst estates! Go to for shame!-thy tongue belied thy heart.

Why have I been born with all these warm affections these ardent longings after what is good, if they lead only to sorrow and disappointment? I would love some one-love him once, and for ever-devote myself to him alone-live for him-die for him-exist alone in him! But, alas! in all this wide world there is none to love me as I would be lovednone whom I may love as I am capable of loving! How empty, how desolate seems the world about me! Why has Heaven given me these affections, only to fall and fade?

LOVE.

LOVE-Woman's.

The soul of woman lives in love.

Mrs. Sigourney.

There is in the heart of woman such a deep well of love that no age can freeze it. Bulwer Lytton.

Oh, the love of woman-the love of woman! How high will it not rise! and to what lowly depths will it not stoop! How many injuries will it not forgive! What obstacle will it not overcome, and what sacrifices will it not make, rather than give up the being upon which it has been once wholly and truthfully fixed! Perennial of life, which grows up under every climate, how small would the sum of man's happiness be without thee! No coldness, Do neglect, no harshness, no cruelty, can extinguish thee! Like the fabled lamp in the sepulchre, thou sheddest thy pure light in the human heart, when everything around thee there is dead for ever! Carleton

LOVE-Wonders of.

Almighty love! what wonders are not thine!
Soon as thy influence breathes upon the soul,
By thee, the haughty bend the suppliant
knee-

By thee, the hand of avarice is open'd
Into profusion; by thy power the heart
Of cruelty is melted into softness;

The rude grow tender, and the fearful bold.
Paterson.
LOVE-Wounded.

Had it pleased Heaven To try me with affliction; had he rain'd All kinds of sores and shames on my bare head;

Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips; Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes; I should have found in some part of my soul A drop of patience: but alas!

There where I had garner'd up my heart; Where either I must live, or have no life; The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up; to be discarded thence! Shakspeare.

LOVE AND BEAUTY.

If lusty love should go in quest of beauty, Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch? If zealous love should go in search of virtue. Where should he find it purer than in Blanch! If love ambitious sought a match of birth, Whose veins bound richer blood than Lady Blanch? Ibid.