MEN grow sated of beauty, tired of music, and often too wearied for conversation—however intellectual—but they can always appreciate a well-swept hearth and smiling comfort. A woman may love her husband devotedly—may sacrifice fortune, friends, family, country, for him. She may have the genius of a Sappho, the enchanted beauties of an Armida; but, melancholy fact, if with these she fail to make his home comfortable, his heart will inevitably escape her, and women live so entirely in the affections that without love their existence is a void. Better submit, then, to household tasks, however repugnant they may be to your tastes, than doom yourself to a loveless home. Women of a higher order of mind will not run the risk; they know that their feminine and domestic duties are their first duties.—Sel.