mony of their union in life is perfect, and
as one complete being that life streams forth in rays of light and
influence upon society.

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A LESSON FOR HUSBANDS AND WIVES.

The following letter, addressed to a mutual friend, we rescue from
oblivion, containing as it does a lesson for husbands and wives, and
most gracefully conveyed.

_We_ shall certainly be pardoned if we take a more than ordinary
interest to preserve a memento of that "_hanging garden_," as for months
it was as fully seen from our own window as from that of the writer,
though a little more remote, yet near enough to feast our eyes, and by
its morning fragrance to cause our hearts to render more grateful
incense to Him who clothes the lily with such beauty, and gives to the
rose its sweet perfume. It is a sad pity that there are not more young
wives, who, like the writer of the following letter, are ready to strive
by their overflowing love, their gentleness and forbearance, to win
their husbands to love and good works.

Perhaps some good divine who may perchance read this article will tell
us whether the Apostle Peter, when he said, "For what knowest thou, O
wife, whether thou shalt save thy husband?" did not by this language
mean to convey the idea of a promise that if the wife did conduct
herself towards her husband on strictly Gospel principles, she would be
the honored instrument of saving his soul?

"I would like to tell you how my husband and I amuse ourselves, and
contrive to have all we want. You will see that we illustrate the old
saying, that 'where there is a _will_, there is a _way_,' and that some
people can do things as well as others. We both love flowers extremely,
but we neither own nor control a foot of ground; still, we have this
summer cultivated and enjoyed the perpetual bloom of more than a
hundred varieties. You will wonder how this is done when you know that
we are at board, and our entire apartments consist of a parlor and
dormitory--both upon the second floor. Very fortunately our windows open
upon a roof which shelters a lower piazza, and this roof we make our
balcony. Last May we placed here eight very large pots of rich earth,
which we filled with such seeds and plants as suited our fancy. Now,
while I sit writing, my windows are shaded with the scarlet runner,
morning glory, Madeira and cypress vines, so that I need no other
curtains. Then, on a level with my eye, is one ma