She laughed, and every heart was glad,
As if the taxes were abolished;
She frowned, and every look was sad,
As if the opera were demolished.

Winthrop M. Praed.

Matches may be made in heaven, but they are sold

down here.

August 14.

Proverb.

Still smile, my dear; a frown or tear
Would mar that cheerful face,

Where all but joy without alloy
Seems strangely out of place.

F. Oxenford.

In their love and constancy
None above them e'er can be.

August 15.

Anonymous.

Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own,
In a blue summer ocean far off and alone,
When simply to feel that we breathe, that we live,
Is worth the best joy that life elsewhere can give!

Moore.

Come, join your hands,
Still keep thy vows, and live together still,
Till cruel death set foot betwixt you both.
George Chapman.

August 14.

August 15.

Love he comes, and Love he tarries,
Just as fate, or fancy carries;

Longest stays when sorest chidden,

Laughs and flies when pressed and bidden.

Thomas Campbell.

Love sought is good; but given unsought is better.

August 17.

Shakespeare

(Venus and Adonis).

Whence comes my love? O heart, disclose.
It was from cheeks that shamed the rose,
From lips that spoil the ruby's praise,
From eyes that mock the diamond's blaze.

John Harrington.

Lips, however rosy, must be fed.

August 18.

Proverb.

Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech,

His breath like caller air ;

His very foot has music in't

As he comes up the stair.

Scotch Song.

She whom I love'is human; for her sake

I love all humankind.

Westland Marston, LL.D.

August 17.

August 18.

Through grief and through danger thy smile hath cheer'd my way,

Till hope seem'd to bud from each thorn that round

me lay.

Moore

Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls,

August 20.

Shakespeare (Othello).

Graceful and useful all she does,
Blessing and blest where'er she goes;
Pure-bosomed as that watery glass,
And heaven reflected in her face.

Cowper.

When true hearts lie withered and fond ones are flown, Oh! who would inhabit this bleak world alone!

August 21.

Fair is the gilliflower of gardens sweet,
Fair is marygold for pottage meet,

Moore.

But my sweet love than gilliflow'r's more fair,
Than daisy, marygold, or kingcup rare.

Is love a crime?

Can we prevent its coming? or, when come,
Can we command it from us?

Gay.

Westland Marston, LL D.