Look at a young couple in the glowing morning of their union, how warm love is then; how it penetrates and beautifies everything; how it glows and speaks in glance and word, and agreeable action; how its glory changes the whole of life into poetry! 'Thou, thou!' is the one thought of the young people then.

But observe the same couple a few years later--'I, I!' and 'my pleasure,' is the phrase now.

The adoring all-resigning lover is then become the exacting married man, who will be waited on and obeyed.

And the loving all-sacrificing bride, she is become the unwieldy and care-burdened housewife, who talks of nothing but trouble, bad saltings, and negligent maid-servants.

And what are _tete-a-tete_ communications between these two?
'How, my dear! is the butter really used up already?
Why, I gave you money only the other day for butter! You really must look better after things, and see what the cook does with the butter; I will not allow such extravagance in the house! Do you want something more ?' 'Yes, indeed, my love, I and the children must have new over-dresses.