The world had lost its charms, and the blank left in his heart, the sear upon his mind, the agony at knowing that his wife--his pure and peerless wife, had been compelled from her necessities to take that which was not her own, could never be filled, never be healed and never be eased.
A wife! We know not from experience what it means, but there is a something, an inward voice, which tells, us that a wife is the holiest gift of God to man.

A wife! what is it?
A woman to cherish and protect, to give the heart's affection to, and to receive all the confiding love with which her bosom is filled.

The partner of your happiness--the source of all that makes man good and binds him to earth; the solace of woes, the sharer of joys--the gentle nurse in sickness, and the fond companion in health.

Oh! there is a something in the name, which thrills the heart, and makes it beat with emotion at the sound of the word.

Amid the cares and pleasures of man, there can be no higher, no worthier desire than to share his triumphs with a wife.