Thy wife shall be as the fruitful vine.

Thy children like the olive branches round about thy table.

Lo! thus shall a man be blessed.

So shall men love their wives as their own bodies, and be not bitter against them, giving honour unto them as unto the weaker vessel.

Let the wife see that she reverence her husband, wearing the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit.
Love and the Satyr.
All the stories sung by the sweet singers of all time were echoing in our ears--stories of true love that would not run smoothly until the last chapter; of gallant lovers strong and brave against fate; of tender sweethearts, waiting, trusting, till love's golden crown was won; so they married and lived happy ever after.
Then stepped briskly on the platform a stout, bald-headed man.