A Great Matter Calls Her Son With

Oh, I Can't Describe My Home. It Is Home, And I Can't Put Its Charm Into Words

How Different Men Were To Women!

He Shrank From Hearing Margaret's Very Name Mentioned; He, While He Blamed Her--while He Was Jealous Of Her--while He Renounced Her--he Loved Her Sorely, In Spite Of Himself.

Come! Poor Little Heart! Be Cheery And Brave. We'll Be A Great Deal To One Another, If We Are Thrown Off And Left Desolate.

Were All Men Equal To-night, Some Would Get The Start By Rising An Hour Earlier To-morrow.