Burdened

"Genius, a man's weapon, a woman's burden."--Lamartine.

Dear God! there is no sadder fate in life Than to be burdened so that you can not Sit down contented with the common lot Of happy mother and devoted wife.

To feel your brain wild and your bosom rife With all the sea's commotion; to be fraught With fires and frenzies which you have not sought, And weighed down with the wild world's weary strife;

To feel a fever always in your breast; To lean and hear, half in affright, half shame, A loud-voiced public boldly mouth your name; To reap your hard-sown harvest in unrest, And know, however great your meed of fame, You are but a weak woman at the best.

TO MARRY OR NOT TO MARRY? A GIRL'S REVERIE

Mother says, "Be in no hurry, Marriage oft means care and worry."

Auntie says, with manner grave, "Wife is synonym for slave."

Father asks, in tones commanding, "How does Bradstreet rate his standing?"

Sister crooning to her twins, Sighs, "With marriage care begins."

Grandma, near life's closing days, Murmurs, "Sweet are girlhood's ways."

Maud, twice widowed ("sod and grass") Looks at me and moans "Alas!"

They are six, and I am one, Life for me has just begun.

They are older, calmer, wiser: Age should aye be youth's adviser.

They must know--and yet, dear me, When in Harry's eyes I see

All the world of love there burning-- On my six advisers turning,

I make answer, "Oh, but Harry Is not like most men who marry.

"Fate has offered me a prize, Life with love means Paradise.

"Life without it is not worth All the foolish joys of earth."

So, in spite of all they say, I shall name the wedding day.