Note the summing up of the whole matter. “Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain; but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised.... Let her own works praise her.” What, save a life spent in the faith and fear of God, could furnish such a picture? What, save the grace of God and the guidance of the Holy Spirit, could be sufficient for such things? And these must have been sought by prayer, and God’s blessing on the study of His Word. I have said much to you, dear girl friends, of my own happy married life. Shall I tell you what made it so? It was the being of one heart and one mind in the highest and best things. We knelt, prayed, worshipped, and worked as one, and love, trust, and true respect were the foundation of our union which grew ever closer and dearer with the years we spent together. Of all the precious memories I retain of my wedded life, one stands out beyond the rest. It was on the last day of it that _he_ bade me lie down by his side. Drawing me close to him, he held me in those dear, worn arms, as if he could not bear to loose the clasp, kissing me tenderly and repeatedly. Then, when he could no longer hold me for very weakness, he said, “Oh, my darling, my darling! Even you do not know how much I have loved you.” Have I done right in drawing aside the veil, and showing to you, my dear girl friends, this picture of what was truly his farewell? I hope it will not have been done in vain. People may talk as they will about the first whispered words of love and their sweetness. I can recall such to mind. Think you that any or all of them are worth naming in comparison with those precious last words from dying lips, after so many years of wedded life and happiness together? (_To be continued._) FROCKS FOR TO-MORROW. BY “THE LADY DRESSMAKER.” One sign of high summer in London is an odd one, and that is the presence of handsome furs in the West-End shop-windows, where they may be seen any day after June has once begun. I used to think people bought them, even when the thermometer was registering 68° in the shade; but I have found cause to think that they are simply displayed in the window as a measure of safety, for light, sunshine, air, and dryness are the chief enemies of the moth, and both May and June are the worst of months in which they do their deadly work on the costliest of our raiment. In the shops where furs are kept, they are beaten with tiny canes, and exposed as much to the air and light as possible. So we may take a leaf from this open book, and perhaps save ourselves loss and disappointment. Of course, I do not mean that furs should be faded by exposure to the sun; but if they were really good and undyed, a little sunshine would not hurt them, though too much may do them harm.