treasures of t so precious

        Of blessings, he house,

         a delicious breath--

        I en o remark titude ain t overers rate , seem to call forter sex, and give sucrepidity and elevation to ter, t at times it approaco sublimity. Notouco be and tender female, rivial rougal force to be ter and support of une, and abidi blasts of adversity.

        As ts graceful foliage about ted by it into suns is rifted by t, g round it s caressing tendrils, and bind up its stered boug     beautifully ordered by Provide    of man in ay and solace y; ure, tenderly supp t.

        I ulating a friend, est affe. "I    er lot," said ;to o sy; if oto fort you." And, indeed, I    a married man falling into misfortune, is more apt to retrieve uation in tly, because imulated to exertion by ties of tence, but cs are sootidearments, and    kept alive by ?nding, t, tioill a little     to run to e and self-; to fancy    to fall to ruin, like some deserted mansion, for    of an inant.

        tions call to mind a little domestic story, of imate friend, Leslie, iful and aplis up in t of fas is true, no fortune, but t of my friend icipation of indulging    pursuit, and administering to te tastes and fa spread a kind of c t;; said ;sale."

        ters produced a ion; id some; sen noticed te rapture ly pourn to    favor and acceptance. rasted ?nely all, manly person. to o call fortriump pride and derness, as if ed on s very helplessness.

        Never did a couple set fored marriage    of felicity.

        It une of my friend, o y in large speculations; and    been married many monters, it    from o almost penury. For a time    uation to    about enance, and a breaking .    a protracted agony; and    more insupportable y of keeping up a smile in t bring o over all    ered looks and sti?ed sig to be deceived by tempts at casked all ly poender blandiss t    t o make ctle    ws lig bosom, will be weighe world.

        At lengto me one day, aed uation in a tone of t despair. ;Does your ;--At tion    into an agony of tears. "Fods sake!" cried ;if you y on me doion my    is t of    drives me almost to madness!"

        "And ; said I. "S kno sooner or later: you ot keep it long from elligence may break upon artling maed by yourself; for ts of ten t tidings.

        Besides, you are depriving yourself of ts of    merely t, but also endangering t    keep s togety of t and feeling. S sometly preying upon your mind; and true love    brook reserve; it feels undervalued and ed, ."

        "O my friend! to t a bloo give to all ure prospects,--o strike o telling     so all ty--to so indigend obscurity! to tell    I    io move in stant brig of every eye--tion of every !--y? S up in all ts of opulence. ? Sy. O    ;

        I sa it s ?oself by    gently, and urged o break uation at oo his wife.

        positively.

        "But o keep it from    is necessary s, t you may take teps proper to teration of your circumstances. You must cyle of living--nay,"

        a pang to pass across enance, "do af?ict you. I am sure you    does not require a palace to be ;

        "I could be ; cried ;in a o poverty and t!--I could--I could--God bless ; cried ing into a transport of grief and tenderness.

        "And believe me, my friend," said I, stepping up, and grasping ;believe me, s riumpo    ent energies and fervent sympature; for so prove t srue    of prosperity; but    a ministering angel sil rials of t;

        tness of my manner, and tive style of my language, t cauged imagination of Leslie. I kneor I o deal o go    to his wife.

        I must fess, notanding all I    some     little solicitude for t. e on titude of oy suddenly pointed out before    g to to revelled. Besides, ruin in fasi?cations, ter. In s, I could not meet Leslie, t m,    trepidation. he disclosure.

        "And ?"

        "Like an angel! It seemed rato be a relief to    ely made me un, pirl," added ;s realize t undergo. Sy but in tract; s iry, o love. S no privation; somed venienor elegancies. ically to experies sordid cares, its paltry s, its petty ions--trial."

        "But," said I, "no you    over t task, t of breaking it to    to t tter. tifying; but t is a single misery, and soon over: icipation, every    is not poverty, so muce, t ruggle bety purse-t must soon e to an end. o appear poor, and you disarm poverty of its s sting." On t I found Leslie perfectly prepared. o o    to tered fortunes.

        Some days aftertage in try, a feoure. tablis required feicles, and t kind. All ture of e resideng , oo closely associated    beloo ttle story of test moments of ts instrument, and listeo ting tones of    but smile at tance of romantic gallantry in a doating husband.

        to ttage, s arra. My feelings rongly ied in tory, and, as it o apany him.

        igues of t, fell into a ?t of gloomy musing.

        "Poor Mary!" at length a heavy sigh, from his lips.

        "And ;o ;

        "," said ing an impatient glance, "is it noto be reduced to try situation--to be caged in a miserable cottage--to be obliged to toil almost in tcation?"

        the ge?

        "Repined! s sness and good-humor.

        Indeed, ster spirits to me all love, and tenderness, and fort!"

        "Admirable girl!" exclaimed I. "You call yourself poor, my friend; you never    ;

        "O, my friend, if t meeting at ttage able. But t day of real experience; sroduced into a s miserable equipments,--s time, knoigues of domestic employment,--s time, looked around itute of every t--almost of every t; and may noting doless, brooding over a prospect of future poverty."

        ty in ture t I could not gainsay, so we walked on in silence.

        After turning from t-trees as to give it a plete air of seclusion, age. It    pastoral poet; a rees t; and I observed several pots of ?oastefully disposed about t in front. A small -gate opened upon a footpat o t as    yle of t toucy, a little air of which her husband eculiarly fond.

        I felt Leslies remble on my arm. epped foro inctly. ep made a noise on t beautiful face glanced out at t footstep-o meet us. Sty rural dress of ed in enance beamed h smiles--I had never seen her look so lovely.

        "My dear Gee," cried s;I am so glad you are e; I cc for you. Ive set out a table under a beautiful tree betage; and Ive been gat delicious stra cream--and everyt and still ;--said sting ly in ;O;

        Poor Leslie    tears guso en assured me, t t never    of more exquisite felicity.
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