Ladies' Page.

New Zealand Mail, Issue 606, 15 September 1883, Page 3

Ladies' Page.

Bavinq appointed a lady to conduct th is page, we have to request that all communications upon domestic matters, dress, cuisine, <fcc. <bc., be addressed to Madame Eltse, of the New Zealand Mail.

MY SISTER. Her goutlo spirit passed away Beyond the closing gleam of day. Beyond the flight of thought, where none can reach The glorious secrot Heaven alone can teach. Tho mystic secret of our death— Is it only the parting breath ? Ah ! none return to toll the weary heart That mourn their loss ; nor dry the tear that at iris. "Wo think of many a kindly deed, The joy she gave, the help in need ; And ho who gave the sunshine to her smile Will keep us from her but a. little while. We, too, shall learn the mysteiy great, And meet at tho eternal gate ; The Giver of all life will teach us how to live The glorious life of love that He alono can give. —Sunbeam. BETTER THINGS. Bolter to smell tho violet cold than sip the glowing wine ; Better to hark a hidden brook than watch a diamond shine. Better th 3 love of a gentle .heart than beauty’s favors proud : Better tho rose's living seed than roses in a crowd. Bt tt ;r to love in loneliness than to bask in love al* day ; Better the fountuin in the heart than the fountain by the way ; Better be fed by mother’s hand than eat alone at will: Better to trust in good than say, “ My. goods my storehouse fill.” Better to bo a little wise than in knowledge to abound ; Better to teach a child than toil to fill perfection’s round. Better to sit at a master’s feet than thrill a listening State ; Better to suspeetthat thou art proud than be sure that thou art great. Better to walk in the real unseen than we ten the hour’s event : Better the “ Well done!” at tho last than the air with shouting rent. Better to have a quiet grief than a hurrying delight ; Better the twilight of the dawn than the noonday burning bright. Better a death when work is done than earth’s most favored .birth; Better a child in God’s great house than the king of all the earth. —George MacDonald.