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Home, all the spur thy footsteps need,
That Beast is worth his weight in gold. Thus spoke the joyful Wife;.... then ran And hid in grateful steams her head; Dapple was hous'd, the hungry man With joy glanc'd o'er the children's bed. What, all asleep !--so best; he cried : O what a night I've travell’d through! Unseen, unheard, I might have died; But Heaven has brought me safe to you. Dear Partner of my nights and days, That smile becomes thee!-Let us then Learn, though mislap may cross our ways, It is not ours to reckon when. The foregoing is an interesting display of the lively and affectionate concern, a kind woman feels for her absent husband, andit exemplifies in a happy manner some of the pleasures of the marriage state. While the husband knows with what anxious expectations his wife is longing for his return, his own mind is supported under the hardship and pain he endures, with the delightful consideration, that every step brings him nearer to that happy spot, where all that is dear to him will be at once enjoyed. While she relates her feelings and her fears; and he gently chides, or pretends to chide her for encouraging such fears, he cannot help feeling that the same fears, or worse, would have agitated his mind, had their circumstances been reversed.
0, what pleasures! what unutterable pleasures are experienced by an affectionate couple! And these pleasures often arise out of circumstances, which awake all their sympathetic concern, and bring their hopes and fears into full exercise, The occasional occurrence, of such endearing proofs of tender solicitude for each other's welfare, produces enjoyments which are most sweetly felt, but cannot be expressed.
It matters not, my dear Sir, in what station of life a man is, the feelings of human nature are the same in all conditions. These pleasures are the best of pleasures that can be enjoyd, in the most stately mansion, or the most humble dwelling; in the Palace, or in the Cot. tage.
• Where love, the balm of life, we miss,
What station can be blest?
Nor softest pillows rest.
How poor the Garter and the Star!' Among the great variety of pictures, which the vivid imagination of Homer has displayed throughout the Iliad, there is not one more pleasing than the family piece, which represents the parting in
terview between Hector and Andromache. Jt deeply interests the heart, while it delights the imagination. The hero ceases to be terrible, that he may become amiable. We admire him whilst he stands completely armed in the field of battle ; but we love him more whilst he is taking off his helmet, that he may not frighten his little boy with his nodding plumes. We are refreshed with the tender scene of domestic love, when all around breathes rage and discord. We are pleased to see the arm, which is shortly to deal death and destruction among a host of foes, employed in carressing an infant son with the embraces of paternal love.
- Ere yet I iningle in the direful fray,
But he who found not whom his soul desir'd,
The nurse stood near, in whose embraces prest
Silent the Warrior smild, and pleas'd resign'd To tender passions all his mighty mind : His beauteous princess cast a mournful look, Hung on his hand, and then dejected spoke; Her hosom labour'd with a boding sigh, And the big tear stood trembling in her eye. Too daring prince ! ah whither dost thou run? Ah too forgetful of thy wife and son! And think'st thou not how wretched we shall be, A widow I, an helpless orphan he! For sure such courage length of life deries,