"LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP EXCLUDE EACH OTHER,"

says DuCoeur. "Love begins by love, and the strongest friendship could
only give birth to a feeble love." "Love, which is only an episode in
the life of man," says Madame DeStael, "is the entire history of woman's
life." "Love is a spaniel," says Colton, "that prefers even punishment
from one hand to caresses from another." "A man loved by a beautiful and
virtuous woman, carries a talisman that renders him invulnerable," says
Madame Dudevant; "everyone feels that such a one's life has a higher
value than that of others." "There are no little events with love,"
says Balzac; "it places in the same scales the fall of an empire and the
dropping of a woman's glove." "There's nothing half so sweet in life as
love's young dream," says Moore. "Where there is love in the heart,"
says Beecher, "there are rainbows in the eyes, which cover every black
cloud with gorgeous hues." "The greatest happiness of life," says Victor
Hugo, "is the conviction that we are loved for ourselves--say,

RATHER IN SPITE OF OURSELVES."

"Love makes its record in deeper colors," says Longfellow, "as we grow
out of childhood into manhood; as the Emperors signed their names in
green ink when under age, but when of age, in purple." "The heart of a
young woman in love is a golden sanctuary," says Paulin Limayrac, "which
often enshrines an idol of clay." This thought, the reader can see is a
close neighbor of the Boston poet's idea of the "base wooden god,"
spoken of a while back. "We forgive more faults in love than in
friendship," says Henry Home; "expostulations betwixt friends end
generally ill, but well betwixt lovers."

"Gold," says Deluzy, "does not satisfy love; it must be paid back in
its own coin." "The platform of the altar of love," says Jane Porter,
with great accuracy of metaphor, "is constructed of virtue, beauty, and
affection; such is the pyre, such the offering; but the ethereal spark
must come from heaven that lights the sacrifice." "This passion is,"
says Dr. South, "the great instrument and engine of nature, the bond and
cement of society, the spring and spirit of the universe. It is the
whole man wrapped up into one desire, all the power, vigor, and
faculties of the soul

ABRIDGED INTO ONE INCLINATION."

"Samson was so tempted," says Shakspeare, "and he had an excellent
strength; yet was Solomon so seduced; and he had a very good wit." There
has always been one time in a man's lif