I blush for my selfishness.

I will henceforth think less of being happy myself, than of making others happy; less of _happiness_ than _duty_; and every sacrifice that principle requires shall be made light, as well as holy, by love." "Only cherish such feelings, my child," said Mrs.Linwood, warmly embracing me, "and you will be the daughter of my choice, as well as my adoption.

My blessing, and the blessing of approving God, will be yours.
The woman, who limits her ambition to the triumphs of beauty and the influence of personal fascination, receives the retribution of her folly and her sin in the coldness and alienation of her husband, and the indifference, if not the contempt of the world.

She, whose highest aim is intellectual power, will make her home like the eyrie of the eagle, lofty, but bleak.

While she, whose affections alone are the foundation of her happiness, will find that the nest of the dove, though pleasant and downy in the sunshine, will furnish no shelter from the fierce storms and tempestuous winds of life." "Oh, Mrs.Linwood! Is domestic happiness a houseless wanderer?
Has it no home on earth ?" "Yes, my love, in the heart of the woman whose highest aim is the glory of God,--whose next, the excellence and happiness of her husband; who considers her talents, her affections, and her beauty as gifts from the Almighty hand, for whose use she must one day render an account; whose heart is a censer where holy incense is constantly ascending, perfuming and sanctifying the atmosphere of home.