Again:--

"No man can tell but he that loves his children, how many

delicious accents make a man's heart dance in the pretty

conversation of those dear pledges; their childishness, their

stammering, their little angers, their innocence, their

imperfections, their necessities, are so many little emanations of

joy and comfort to him that delights in their persons and society;

but he that loves not his wife and children, feeds a lioness at

home, and broods a nest of sorrows; and blessing itself cannot

make him happy; so that all the commandments of God enjoining a

man to 'love his wife' are nothing but so many necessities and

capacities of joy. 'She that is loved, is safe; and he that loves,

is joyful,' Love is a union of all things excellent; it contains

in it proportion and satisfaction, and rest and confidence."

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