uth of one at whose shrine
his heart's fondest feelings had been offered up.

"Why, Seth," answered she, "we are commanded to love one another, are we
not?"

"Aye, Martha; but does thee regard me with that feeling that the world
calls love?"

"I hardly know what to tell thee, Seth; I have greatly feared that my
heart was an erring one. I have tried to bestow my love on all; but I
have sometimes thought, perhaps, that thee was getting rather more than
thy share."

--_Christian Observer._

1179

No disguise can long conceal love where it is, nor feign it where it is
not.

--_Rochefoucauld._

1180

LOVE.

Naught sweeter is than love. Whom that doth bless
Regardeth all things less.
If thou first taste of love, then shalt thou see
Honey shall bitter be!
What roses are, they never know, who miss
Fair Cytherea's kiss.

--_Nossis, Greek._
_Translated by Lilla Cabot Perry._

1181

How often love is maintained by wealth:
When all is spent adversity then breeds
The discontent.

--_Herrick._

1182

The moment one is in love one becomes so amiable.

1183

ONE WHO LOVES.

I had so fixed my heart upon her,
That whereso'er I fram'd a scheme of life
For time to come, she was my only joy
With which I used to sweeten future cares:
I fancy'd pleasures, none but one who loves
And doats as I did, can imagine like them.

1184

The secret _of being loved_ is _in being_ lovely, and the secret _of
being_ lovely, is _in being_ unselfish.

1185

A lover never sees the faults of the one he loves till the enchantment
is over.

1186

THE TRAGEDY OF FICKLE LOVE.

He came too late! Neglect had tried
Her constancy too long;
Her love had yielded to her pride
And the deep sense of wrong.
She scorned the offering of a heart
Which lingered on its way,
Till it could no delight impart,
Nor spread one cheering ray.

He came too late! At once he felt
That all his power was o'er;
Indifference in her calm smile dwelt--
She thought of him no more.
Anger and grief had passed away,
Her heart and thoughts were free;
She met him, and her