A good place awaits you so soon as strength to fill it comes back to your weakened frame." "Angel!" exclaimed the young man, overcome with emotion at so unexpected a declaration.
"No, not an angel," calmly replied Agnes, "only a wife.

And now, dear Edward," she added, "never again, in any extremity, think for a moment of meeting trials or enduring privations alone.

Having taken a wife, you cannot move safely on your journey unless she moves by your side." "Angel! Yes, you are my good angel," repeated Edward.
"Call me what you will," said Agnes, with a sweet smile, as she brushed, with her delicate hand, the hair from his temples; "but let me be your wife.

I ask no better name, no higher station." NOT GREAT, BUT HAPPY.
How pure and sweet is the love of young hearts! How little does it contain of earth--how much of heaven! No selfish passions mar its beauty.

Its tenderness, its pathos, its devotion, who does not remember, even when the sere leaves of autumn are rustling beneath his feet?
How little does it regard the cold and calculating objections of worldly-mindedness.