LADIES' GOSSIP.

Te Aroha News, Volume VI, Issue 274, 20 June 1888, Page 4

LADIES' GOSSIP.

GO HOME CHEERFUL. Complain not ot your wife. my friend, II \ on can't quite agree ; Perhaps $ ou'll find that in the end You iv, more to blame than she: Anil never siik c those S'mny flays When Eve plucked iruit and flowers, I lav c her lair daughters' thoughts and waj s Chimed fully in with ours. Oil, woman's life, when moved aright, Hath dues we ne\er know ; dmill things, it may be, to our sight, And light to undergo : And yel heavj and so hard To conquer or defy ! That all our love should haMe to guard And bless and comfort her! \ ou have your trial e\ cry daj ; But lca\e them in the mart. The counting-house or I>j the waj. And take a cheer! ul heart To In r who waits at home and sighs. And thinks it, oh ! how long. Till you shall lighten up her eye&, And iill her soul with song! To woman love and sj mputh .\ Arc sweet as dew to flow ers. While she's the dearest ]oy thar we Find in this ut o of ours; And where her heart is pure and true. Whato\ or be its care. These \ irtucs w e sliould keej) in view, And all its trials share.

' Ah, Atlolphiif, she mvi inured, ' I fear 1 am not uoith} ot you : you are so good.' ' Mover mind, darling,' he said, tenderly, ' wait f ill we'ie married. •li£g&: ' Miv> dc Bonair has grown considerably since I .saw her last winter.' Wiggs : ' tlow >o ?' -Ji^S& '• ' When I saw hei then hei dies- came away up to her neck.' Old man (calling down the stairs te daughter) — • 'Clara !' Daughter — ' Yes, papa V Old man— ' Auk that young man in the pailour which he prefers for breakfast, milk lolls or Vienna bicad.' Amy, speaking of the responsibilities of matrimony : ' Would you be afraid to marr\ on a thousand a-year, Tom ?' Tom : ' Not a bit, it I could only lind a girl with an income ot that amount." ' And do \ ou really love me, (ieorge ?' she asked. 'Lo»c \ou,' lepeated Ueorge, fervently. 'Win, while Iw as bidding you j good-b>e in the porch last night, dear, the i dog bit a large piece out of the calf of my j leg, and 1 ne\ei noticed it until I got home. Lo\e you !' His last <-'hance. — ' Don't you think,' she asked sottly, ' that the sea is lovely ?' ' Yes ; 1 think it is a sort of lovely, but not as lo\ el} as - but what makes yon ask ?' ' Just to ui\e jou a chance to say .something, but you don't seem to ha\e the nerve.' It was the last walk she evei took with him. A Scotch minister began an extempore nuuriagc service in these words: — "My friends, marriage i« a blessing to a few, a curse to many, and a great uncertainty to all. Do ye venture '?' After a pause he repeated, with great emphasis, 'Do ye ventmc":' No objection being made to the venture, he then said, ' Let's proceed.' He: ' Miss Angelina, I love you.' She: ' But I haven't a penny in the world.' He : 'Excuse me, you did not allow me to finish. I love you not.' She : 'So ; I only wanted to try you. You see, I have a fortune of ten thousand pounds.' He: 'Yes; but you interrupted me again. I love you not for your moneys sake.' She : ' Well, I'm so glad, for that was only a joke about the ten thousand pounds.' One picture at a well-known London portrait painter's has provoked a good deal of speculation. It contains two figures — one that of a swarthy Indian Rajah, covered with jewels., the other a tall and lovely English girl ot about eighteen, in a pink dress, her hair gathered behind in a ribbon and falling loose again. The Rajah is smiling the smile of proud possessorship, and the girl is looking with a somewhat bewildered air at her future lord. They are (we are assured by the ' British and Colonial Druggist ') real people. The lady is the daughter of an English chemist, and her parents have consented to her marriage with the Rajah, who atter the ceremony will take her out to his dominions.

The following Highlander's prayer is quoted from " The Life of Duncan Mathie.son " :—": — " O, God, oor souls are jisb as dry as the heather on a hillside ; oor herts are as hard as the granite stane; but Thou that gi'est the draps o' dew to the heather, gie us> the drappins o' Thy grace this day, and let Thy am love lichb upon oor hard herts like the birdie sibtin' singin' on the rock yonner ; and till the souls o' Thy fowk this day wi peace and joy, till bhoy'icrinmn' o'er like the waterspout on the brae. Lord, it'll be nao loss to You, an' it'll be a grand bargain for us, an' we'll mind Ye on't tae a' eternity. Amen."