“But how in the world was she to know that Mr. Mallory was going to turn out so badly?” spoke up Ella.

“By opening her eyes, and using the ability that God has given her to see,” was answered by Mrs. Harding.

  “Those eyes are wondrous wise, I ween,
  That see what is not to be seen,”

the maiden replied.

“Do you then really think, Ella,” said Mrs. Harding, “that a young lady cannot make herself as thoroughly acquainted with a man’s real qualities as to put any serious mistake in marriage entirely out of the question?”

“To me, I must confess that marriage seems very much like a lottery,” answered Ella.  “We may get a prize, but there are ten chances to one of our getting a blank.”

“If you choose to make it a lottery, it will no doubt become so; but if entered into from right motives, there is no danger of this being the case.”

“I don’t know what you call right motives,” said one; “but I’ll tell you a necessary pre-requisite in the man who is to make me a husband.”

“Well, child, what is it?”

“Plenty of money.  I’m not going to be a poor man’s wife, and work myself to death, all for love—­no, not I!”

“I’ll have a handsome man for a husband, or none,” remarked another.

“Give me splendid talents,” said a third.

“And what must you have, Ella?” asked Mrs. Harding, turning to the one she addressed.

“All three, if I can get them,” replied Ella.

“Beauty, wealth, and talents.  These you think would satisfy you?”

“Oh, yes; I should be rather hard to please if they did not.”

“Let me relate to you the histories of two friends of mine who married young,” said Mrs. Harding, without remarking upon what had just been declared.  “Perhaps they may contain lessons that it will be of use for you all to get by heart.”

“Oh, yes, do!” said the young ladies, gathering around Mrs. Harding, who, after a short pause, related what follows.

“In my younger days,” began Mrs. Harding, “I had two intimate friends, to whom I was warmly attached.  I loved them for their many good qualities, and particularly for their unselfishness.  To make others happy, always appeared to give them a double pleasure.  They were nearly of the same age, and possessed equal external advantages; but their characters were very different.  Sarah Corbin, who was a few months older than her friend and almost constant companion, Harriet Wieland, was quiet, thoughtful, and observant; while Harriet, who had great personal attractions, never appeared to look beneath the surface.  She believed every thing to be true that bore the semblance of truth, to her all that glittered was gold.  Like you, and most other young ladies, we sometimes talked of marriage, and the qualifications desirable in a good husband.  Harriet, whether in a gay or sober mood, always declared, like Ella here, that he who won her heart must have riches, manly beauty, and brilliant talents.  These she called man’s cardinal virtues.  Sarah never had much to say on these matters, and, when we asked her opinion, she generally replied evasively.