LOVE LIES NOT WITH BEAUTY.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume III, Issue 218, 31 October 1874, Page 2

LOVE LIES NOT WITH BEAUTY.

On! thiiik not when Time shall have silver’d thy brow, I shall love thee less fondly, dear Mary, than now; Nor believe that my ardent affection will fly With the rose of thy cheek, or the light of thine eye; For in age, as in youth, thou a blessing wilt prove— Beauty never departs from the woman we love.

Nay, dearest, say not, ’tween a sigh and a smile, That my love, like our charms, will but flourish awhile; When wrinkles shall steal o’er thy beautiful face, And the mind can alone thy pure loveliness trace; I shall treasure thee more, for in thee shall 1 see, An angel, that stoops to be mortal for me!

“Is there any person you would wish me to marry ?” said a wife to a dying spouse, who had been somewhat of a tyrant in his day “ Marry the devil, if you like,” was the gruff reply. “ No, I thank you, my dear, one husband from the same family is enough for me.”

A Western paper says of the air, in its relation to man, “It kisses and blesses him, but it will not obey him.” Dobbs says that description suits his wife exactly. The latest novelty in car-rings is probably the singular pair which were sported by a dashing Parisian belle at a recent wedding. From each ear hung a small gold gridiron, on which was laid a heart formed of garnets, the idea to be conveyed, says a gushing correspondent being that of a bleeding heart on the fiery coals of love!