e when he felt poets should sing
only of this one act in the drama of life. Here is the idea--the same
idea we have all had, only dressed in better raiment, for Alexander
Smith took great pride in the children of his brain: "Methinks all poets
should be gentle, fair, and ever young, and ever beautiful; I would have
all poets to be like to this--gold-haired and rosy-lipped, to sing of
love." Finally, said the Great Napoleon: "Love is the occupation of the
idle man, the amusement of the busy one, and

THE SHIPWRECK OF A SOVEREIGN."

Thus, if we will turn through the pages of our books, we will see
everywhere the marks of love upon men's minds. It is a rude bath, which
when we have grown more accustomed to the waters, delights and
satisfies, and in our sleep our dreams are beautiful. It is natural, and
therefore need not be called laudable--though if it were not a part of
our development, schools of love would be a necessity, to teach men how
to love without scandal in the sight of God.

THE FIRST ATTACK OF LOVE IS RIDICULOUS

to those not acting one of the two parts, yet it is well to remember our
own experience. "Love is the fulfilling of the law," says the Bible;
"many waters cannot quench it, neither can the floods drown it." Neither
can the selfish aim nor the cruel jest of the parent whom it discommodes
do aught but fan the flame if God and not folly have truly lighted it.
The danger of handling carelessly the fire of the heart is one of the
gravest which confront the guardians of younger lives. The switch is
fixed; the train is approaching; if you attempt to turn the train you
must not only know where it is going after it shall be turned, but you
must have the skill to see whether there yet remains time to make the
movement with success. A wreck by a switchman is a fearful thing!

COURTSHIP

"Their Love was like the lava-flood
That burns in AEtna's breast of flame."

And when with envy Time, transported,
Shall think to rob us of our joys,
You'll in your girls again be courted,
And I'll go wooing in my boys.--Percy.

On flies time, and thus the tale goes on. You are in love
with an amiable maiden, and she is pleased. If you could see further
into her heart you would find she was idolatrous. But this matter of
courtship must have shown you how careless you have been with your money
through all those years you might have been hoarding it for this great
need. But