ORE CWS WH ™ Loves Boxchanges. You praise my beauty, grace and art, O Love; but you are much to blame ; Inevery line you leave a smart, TLat makes me bow my head in shame, ' hate'er the world may choose to say, I look not for such words from you : I'd throw them from my heart away, If you could even prove them true, World's praise is but a passing mood, That shifts aboat with the occasion ; 1t serves as oft for envy's food, As that of honest admiration. in your regard, I set no store On what, by way of form or feature, I hold in common, less or more, With every other human creature. if Love be blind, as it is said, What can he know of outward graces 7 I care not for the love that's led A facile slave of pretty faces, I would not have my love depend Jn beauty, were 1 ten times fairer If beauty knew no change or end, Life asks for something deeper, rarer— + that sets the world aside, the touch of time or season, ve for love abide, t want another reason. LHI CRI AT Re MR. INCOUL. believed not marry ¢ Wo years’ lable tvi Lhe i x YY er SeNeraily | would p { ne O18 i 1 i 3 up and of course, sil thought in time if They ubj h great c¢ last Miss Barhyte asked her d wooer if he had ev “Eugenie Grandet.”’ He had not, She said: “In wer and over since I last she marries talked « nim SO. Vel At b TT Trip FOIECE Wil OLTIESS, er read thinking the mat again as I have done ever saw you, it has seemed that I could not become your wife unleas you were willing to make the same agreement with me that Eagenie Gran- det’s husband made with her? “What was the nature of that agrees tanent?”? ~*1t was that, though married, they were to live as though they were not married--as might brother and sister,”’ Mr. Incoul resented the proposition before he thought it over, Then the idea became so novel it delighted him, But Miss Barhyte slipped out of the room with wet eyes. When she came back Mr. Incoul had decided to accept