passion that justifies a perpetual hyperbole, i. e.,
poetic exaggeration.

--_Bacon._

1170

There is an atmosphere in the letters of those we love which we
alone--we who love--can feel.

1171

LIFE WITHOUT LOVE.

Life without love is like day without sunshine,
Roses bereft of sweet nature's perfume;
Love is the guide mark to those who are weary
Of waiting and watching in darkness and gloom.

Love to the heart is like dewdrops to violets
Left on the dust-ridden roadside to die;
Love leads the way to our highest endeavors,
Lightens and lessens the pain of each sigh.

Life without love is like spring without flowers,
Brook-streams that move not, or star-bereft sky;
Love creates efforts most worthy and noble,
Prompts us to live and resigns us to die.

--_Unknown._

1172

LOVE.

The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the whole world dies
With the setting sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
But the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.

--_Francis W. Bourdillon._

1173

One nail by strength drives out another,
So the remembrance of my former love
Is by a newer object quite forgotten.

--_Shakespeare._

1174

Love is like the moon; when it does not increase, it decreases.

1175

FORGET THEE?

Behold the sun forget to shine,
The brightest star to twinkle,
The ivy round the oak to twine,
The tearful heart to sprinkle
The sod that wraps affection's grave,
The never silent surging sea
The sandy shore to lash and lave--
Then think that I'll forget thee.

--_Winfred._

1176

THE MAIDEN IN LOVE.

Sweet mother, I can spin no more to-day,
And all for a youth who has stolen my heart away.

--_Sappho, 600 B. C._
--_Translated by Appleton._

1177

We are easily duped by those whom we love.

--_Moliere._

1178

MORE THAN HIS SHARE.

"Martha, does thee love me?" asked a quaker yo