Within whose walls no sadness lives,
No broken hearts, no simple strife,
    For that I live, oh soul of faith,
    For that whereof the Master saith
“Here find eternal love and life.”

MRS. ROSALIENE ROMULA MURPHY.

Mrs. Rosaliene Romula Murphy, daughter of John and Hannah Mooney, was born in Philadelphia, May, 1, 1838, and married Thomas H.P.  Murphy, son of John C. and Ann Rothwell Murphy, and grandson of Hyland Price, of Cecil county, on the 18th of May, 1858.  Her education was obtained at a school taught by the Sisters of Mercy, and at the public schools of her native city.

Immediately after her marriage Mrs. Murphy came to Cecil county, and for ten years resided near the head of Bohemia river; subsequently she has resided in Middletown, Delaware, in Chester county, Pennsylvania, and for the last ten years in Philadelphia.  Mr. and Mrs. Murphy are the parents of eight children, four of whom are now living.

From early childhood Mrs. Murphy has shown a remarkable aptitude for literary work, and when quite a little girl at school, frequently took the highest average for composition.  She commenced to write for the press at an early age and while in this county contributed poetry to the columns of the local newspapers and some of the journals of Wilmington and Philadelphia.

WOMAN’S RIGHTS.

Woman has certain rights I own,
  That none will dare deny;
No king nor senate can destroy
  Her claims,—­nor will they try. 
’Tis hers to smooth the homeward path
  Of age,—­her strength their stay;
To guide their feeble footsteps here,—­
  To brush life’s thorns away.

’Tis hers to make a sunny home,
  To cherish and support
With love, the one who claims her heart,
  Through good and bad report. 
To watch the tiny sleeping babe,
  Just nestling in her breast,
To shield it with her mother-love,
  And guard it in its rest.

To watch in vigils of the night,
  The fever-tossed frame;
To cool the dry, and parched lips,
  And ease the racking pain. 
To close the eyes when all is o’er,
  To weep with those who weep;
To help the weary in their task,
  Keep guard whilst others sleep.

To love and cherish, guard, protect,
  Make home a sunny spot—­
Keep ever pure her mother name,
  A name not soon forgot! 
To win and wear her husband’s love,
  As an honored, cherished crest;
To hold her children’s hearts, so “they
  Will rise and call her bless’d.”

To nobly share the widow’s woe,
  To dry the orphan’s tears,
To pray for strength for hearts oppress’d,
  And help allay their fears;
To reach a helping, loving hand,
  To those who go astray,
And woo them back again to God,
  As they faint along the way.