WOMAN'S FATE
... BY THE HON. AIRS NORTON. And lie not thou CaSt down, because thy lot The glory of thy dream retionibleth not, Not for h;erself was wiimaa first create, Nior wet to be man's idol, but his monte. Still from his birth his craddled bel, she tends, The first, the last, the fithfsleit of friends Still finds her place in sickness or in woe, Humnable to eomfort, strong to unorlergo Still in the depth ...