“It only brought eighteen dollars and sixty cents, ma,” she said, throwing the notes into her mother’s lap, and bursting into tears.
“Heaven only knows, then, what we shall do,” said the widow, clasping her hands together, and looking upwards.
There are always two parties in the case of bargains—the gainer and the loser; and while the one is delighted with the advantage he has obtained, he thinks nothing of the necessities which have forced the other party to accept the highest offer. But few buyers of bargains think or care about taking this view of the subject.—From the New York Mirror.
SONNET—THE DEPARTURE OF LOVE.
Spirit of wordless Love, that in the lone
Bowers of the Poet’s museful soul dost weave
Tissues of thought, hued like the skies of eve,
Ere the last glories of the sun have shone,
How soon—almost before our hearts have known