ripened in one day, nor in many, nor even in
a human lifetime. It is the oneness of soul with soul in appreciation
and perfect trust. To be blessed it must rest in that faith in the
Divine which underlies every other motion. To be true, it must be
eternal as God himself.

4. LOVE IS DEPENDENT.--Remember that love is dependent upon forms;
courtesy of etiquette guards and protects courtesy of heart. How many
hearts have been lost irrevocably, and how many averted eyes and
cold looks have been gained from what seemed, perhaps, but a trifling
negligence of forms.

[Illustration: AGE COUNSELING YOUTH.]

5. RADICAL DIFFERENCES.--Men and women should not be judged by the
same rules. There are many radical differences in their affectional
natures. Man is the creature of interest and ambition. His nature
leads him forth into the struggle and bustle of the world. Love is but
the embellishment of his early life, or a song piped in the intervals
of the acts. He seeks for fame, for fortune, for space in the world's
thoughts, and dominion over his fellow-men. But a woman's whole life
is a history of the affections. The heart is her world; it is there
her ambition strives for empire; it is there her ambition seeks for
hidden treasures. She sends forth her sympathies on adventure; she
embarks her whole soul in the traffic of affection; and if shipwrecked
her case is hopeless, for it is bankruptcy of the heart.

6. WOMAN'S LOVE.--Woman's love is stronger than death; it rises
superior to adversity, and towers in sublime beauty above the
niggardly selfishness of the world. Misfortune cannot suppress it;
enmity cannot alienate it; temptation cannot enslave it. It is
the guardian angel of the nursery and the sick bed; it gives an
affectionate concord to the partnership of life and interest,
circumstances cannot modify it; it ever remains the same to sweeten
existence, to purify the cup of life, on the rugged pathway to the
grave, and melt to moral pliability the brittle nature of man. It is
the ministering spirit of home, hovering in soothing caresses over the
cradle, and the death-bed of the household, and filling up the urn of
all its sacred memories.

7. A LADY'S COMPLEXION.--He who loves a lady's complexion, form and
features, loves not her true self, but her soul's old clothes. The
love that has nothing but beauty to sustain it, soon withers and dies.
The love that is fed with presents always requires feeding. Love, and
love onl