LADIES' GOSSIP.

Auckland Star, Volume XIX, Issue 142, 16 June 1888, Page 3 (Supplement)

LADIES' GOSSIP.

Gb HOME CHEERFUL. Complain not of your wife,my friend, If you can't quite agree; Perhaps you'll find that in the end You're more to blara c than she: And never since those 'sunny days When Eve plucked fruit and flowers, Have her fair daughters' thoughts and waya Chimed fully in with oura.

Oh, woman's life, .when moved aright, Hath cares we never know; Small things, it may be, to our sight, And light to undergo; And yet so heavy and so hard To conquer or defy! . That all our love should haste to guard And bless and comfort her!

You have your trials every day; Bu£ leave them in the mart, The counting-house or by the way, And take a cheerful heart To her Who waits at home and sighs. And thinks it, oh! how long, Till you shall lighten up her eyes; And fill her soul with song!

To woman love and sympathyAre sweet as dew to flowers, ' While she's the dearest joy that we Find in this life of ours; And where her heart is pure and-true^ Whatever be its care, ~ '. These virtues we should keep in view, And all its trials share.

' Ah, Adolphus,'she murmured, ' I fear I; am not worthy of you ; you are so good.' 'Nevermind, darling,' he said, tenderly, ' wait till we're married.'

Jiggs: ' Miss de Bonair has grown considerably since I saw her last winter.' Wiggs: ' How so ?' Jiggs : ' When I saw her then her dress came away up to her neck.' . ,

Old man (calling down the stairs to daughter) — ' Clara !' Daughter — ' Yes, papa ?' Old man—' Ask that young man in the parlour which he prefers for breakfast, milk rolls or Vienna bread.' .. ; '...

Amy, speaking of the responsibilities of matrimony: 'Would you be afraid to marry on a thousand a-year, Tom ?' Tom : • Not a bit, if I could only find a girl with an income of that amount.'

' Afid do youreally love me, George ?' she asked. ' Love you,' repeated George, fervently. ' Why, while I was bidding you good-bye in the porch last night, dear, the dog bit a large piece out of the calf of my leg, and I never noticed it until I got home. Love 'you !' His last ohanco. — 'Don't you think,' she asked softly, ' that the sea is lovely ?' 'Yes; I think it is a sort of lovely, but not as lovely as—but what makes you ask ?' ' Just to give you a chance to say something, bub you don't seem to have the nerve.' It was the last walk she ever took with him.

A Scotch minister began an extempore marriage service in these words:—"My friends, marriage is a blessing to a few, a curse to many, and a great uncertainty to i all. Do ye venture ?' After a pause he repeated, "with great .emphasis, 'Do ye: venture ?' No objection being made to the venture, lie then said,' Let's proceed.'

He : ' Miss Angelina, I love you.' She: ' But I haven't a penny in the world.' Ho: 'Excuse me, you did not allow me to finish. I love you not.' She: 'So ; I only wanted to try you. You see, I have a fortune of ten thousand pounds.' He: 'Yes; but you interrupted me again. I love you not for your moneys sake.' She: 'Well, I'm so glad, for that was only a joke about the ten thousand pounds.'

One picture at a well-known London portrait painter's has provoked a good deal of speculation. It contains two figures— one that of a swarthy Indian Rajah, covered with jewels, the other a tall and lovely English girl of about eighteen, in a pink dress, her hair gathered" behind in a ribbon and falling loose again. The Rajah is smiling the smile of proud possessorship, and the girl is looking with a somewhat bewildered air at her future lord. They are (we are assured by the ' British and Colonial Druggist ') real people. The lady is the daughter of an English chemist, and her parents have consented to her marriage with the Rajah, who after the ceremony will take her out to his dominions.