August 20.

August 21.

Like the tree no winds can sever,
From the ivy round it cast,
Thus the heart that loved thee ever,
Loves thee, dearest, to the last.

Anonymous.

You are mine,

Made for me, not for others in the world.

August 23.

R. Browning.

O! here's the lassie o' my heart,
My lassie ever dearer;

O! she's the queen o' womankind,
And ne'er a ane to peer her.

Scotch Song.

If you love I, as I love you,

No pair so happy as we two.

August 24.

Anonymous.

Lo! hear what gentleness these women have,
How busy they be us to keep and save,
And always right sorry for our distress;
In every manère thus show they ruth

That in them is all goodness and all truth.

To Woman's gentle-kind we owe
What comforts and delights us here.

Chaucer.

Crabbe.

August 23.

August 24.

The matron at her mirror, with her hand upon her brow, Sits gazing on her lovely face-aye, lovely even now! Why doth she lean upon her hand with such a look of

care?

Why steals that tear across her cheek?-she sees her first grey hair!

Thomas Haynes Bayly.

Proverb.

Beauty's but skin deep.

August 26.

Sweet! lay thy heart aboon my heart,
For it is a' thine ain;

That morning love it gi'es to thee,
Which kens nae guile or stain !

Scotch Song.

But well thou play'dst the housewife's part;
And all thy threads with magic art

Have wound themselves about this heart.

August 27.

The fires the firmament that rend
On this devoted head descend,
If e'er in thought from thee I rove,
Or love thee less than now I love.

Sail forth into the sea of life,
O, gentle, loving, trusting wife.

Cowper.

John Logan.

Longfellow

(The Golden Legend).

August 26.

August 27.