please me, that I cannot find it in my heart to speak an unkind word to anybody."

DON'T QUARREL.

Remember, it always takes two to make a quarrel; and if the husband happens to come home out of sorts, try and calm him down. He will then with joy

say,

"Well thou playest the housewife's part,

And all thy threads with magic art

Have wound themselves about my heart."

If he should be inclined to dispute with you, abstain from a long argument with him. Let it be a standing motto, never to irritate. Gentleness is the best way to carry a point, and to keep a husband in a good temper, is one of the duties of a wife. As one well remarks,-"A wife should never irritate her husband by acting in opposition to his prejudices. A husband usually has little crotchety notions, about which he is very particular; these may be in themselves of no moment, but if they are continually thwarted, they will soon come to be looked upon as weighty matters, and will frequently lead to grave disputes." Beware lest you make your house appear so unpleasant that your husband goes away to find comfort. Let not your Let not your husband say with reference

to you,

"A woman's rosy mouth is good to see;

With its soft, sculptured lines cut clearly out,

A thing of beauty' it must surely be;

But for the rest, there may exist a doubt.

To hear it scold through breakfast, lunch, and tea,

Is apt to put the best digestion out.

No 'joy forever,' is the ruby mouth

That blows much oftener from 'nor-east than south."

A wife should always remember that it only requires a

"Something light as air-a look,

A word unkind, or wrongly taken-
For love that tempest never shook,

A breath, a touch like this has shaken.
And ruder words will soon rush in

To spread the breach that words begin;
And eyes forget the gentle ray

They wore in courtship's smiling day;
And voices lose the love that shed

A tenderness round all they said;
Till fast declining, one by one,

The sweetnesses of life are gone;
And hearts so lately mingled, seem

Like broken clouds, or like the stream
That, smiling left the mountain's brow,
As though its waters ne'er could sever,
Yet, ere it reach the plain below,

Breaks into floods that part forever."

WIVES, BE DISCREET.

Should a quarrel unfortunately arise, a wife's sole care ought to be to confine the knowledge of it to her own breast. Many silly women, in irritation, and in a desire to be thought martyrs, no sooner have words with their husbands, then they rush off and tell the whole story to some chosen confidant, of course making their husbands appear as very bad persons. A wife should have no confidants; and she should

be careful to conceal any little discord that may occur with her husband. For if one person be informed, the scandal spreads, and the wife has ere long bitter cause to regret having lowered both herself and her husband in popular estimation; but worst of all, a husband rarely forgets, and never quite forgives, such an exposure, which, as Richardson observes, "is sure to be remembered long after the honest people have forgotten it themselves."

Lastly, in the matter of family or personal expenses, a wife should first know whether her husband can spare money before she spends it. He alone can tell what he can spare; and if he gives you good reason for supposing that he can't afford to buy this or that, be satisfied. Many a man has been ruined by allowing his wife to spend before he has earned his money. You have no right to risk the happiness of home in this way. The woman who feels that she has a right to spend every penny that she can get, forgets that she has no right to waste or squander it. She and her husband are partners, and both should be equally anxious to keep the nightmare of debt far away. Women ought to be specially interested in watching over the family income, and seeing that the household expense falls within its limits, instead of outside of them. And when money is denied you, never get sulky over it, as so many are in the habit of doing. A sulky man is bad enough, what, then, must be a sulky woman, and that woman a wife; a constant inmate, a companion day and night? Only think of the delight of sitting at the same table and sleeping in the same bed for a week, and not exchanging a word all the while!

There is many a man who has had occasion to say with more of sadness than glee:

"Heaven bless the wives, they fill our hives
With little bees and honey!

They soothe life's shocks, they mend our socks,
But don't they spend the money!"

"HOME."

"I love the dear old home! My mother lived there!
And the sunlight seems to me brighter far
Than wheresoever else. I know the forms
Of every tree and mountain, hill and dell;
Its waters gurgle like a tongue I know-
It is my home."

-FRANCES K. BUTLER.

HE very word has a soothing cadence connected with its pronunciation. Home constitutes the magic circle within which the weary spirit finds refuge; it is the sacred asylum to which the careworn heart re

treats, to find rest from the toils and

disquietude of life It is a word which touches every fiber of the soul, and strikes every chord of the human heart with its angelic fingers. Nothing but death can break its spell. What tender associations are linked with home! What pleasing images and deep emotion it awakens! It calls up the fondest memories of life, and opens in our nature the purest, deepest, richest fount of consecrated thought and feeling.

Some years ago, about twenty thousand people gathered in the old Castle Garden, New York, to hear Jenny Lind sing, as no other songstress ever