We might follow our heroine still farther--might show her to you as the companion and assistant in her husband's labors of love, as he fulfilled the high mission to which he had been appointed--as the mother, training her little ones to usefulness and honor. But we will leave her now, assured that whatever storms may cloud the unshadowed morn of her wedded life--and all know that in this existence no home, however lofty or lowly, is exempt from suffering and trial--she bore a talisman to pass through all unscathed--strength, gained by patient endurance, and the knowledge of duties rightly performed. It may be, dear lady--you who are now glancing idly over these pages--that you are surrounded by every luxury wealth can command. You are lounging, perhaps, upon a softly cushioned divan, with tiny, slippered feet half buried in the glowing carpet. There are brilliants blazing upon the delicate hand which shields your face from the warm sunlight, and as you glance around, a costly mirror reveals at full length your graceful and yielding form. "I have no interest in such as these," you say, as the simple narrative is ended. I pray, in truth, that you may never learn the harsh lessons of adversity; but remember, as you enjoy the elegancies of a luxurious home, that change comes to all when least expected. And if misfortune should not spare even one so young and so beautiful; if poverty or desolation overshadow the household, it may be your part to sustain and to strengthen, not only by words, but by deeds. Well rewarded should I feel, if words from this pen could aid in removing one pang, could give a tithe of the strength of mind and heart such a lesson would call forth. God shield you, dear lady; but if the storm come, _remember that honest labor elevates rather than degrades_; and those whose opinions are of value will not hesitate to confirm the truth of the moral. LINES TO ----. BY W. HORRY STILWELL. A sister's love I did not ask from thee, Though that were much--oh, more than earth hath given; None live to bear that gentle name for me, Though one may lisp it now, perchance, in Heaven. I know not even, for I never felt, The quiet yearnings of such love as this; Thou should'st have known a deeper feeling dwelt In the rapt glow of that impassioned kiss! "I had no wish a _brother's_ love to share"-- I did not read thy features dreamingly, And peer into thine eye's deep azure, there Searching _another's_ depths, in revery! I did not press, all passionless, thy hand Or idly dally with thy taper finger, Or coldly gaze, for I could not withstand The high and holy hope which bade me linger!