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 Now, when I see an extra light,

Flaming, flickering on the night

From my neighbor's easement opposite,

I know as well as I know to pray,

I know as well as a tongue can say,

That an innocent "Hubby" — a humbugged man —

Has gone to the city Ispahan. I know of several such "Sultans" right here in Yankee land; the judges of the divorce courts know of a good many more, and I dare say that even you, dear reader, have suspicions of several additional ones. Well, it's a pity that it is so. There is a remedy for such a state of conjugal morals ; but the cure is not to be found in law courts, storming, scolding, raving, or brutalisms of any sort whatever. It is only to be found in hopeful, trustful, genial, connubial loving ; for when one has love of the right sort at home, one seldom cares to go abroad in search of it. In this book I have endeavored to show the true road to happiness; and what I have herein left unsaid or unwritten, the reader will find fully treated in the Sequel of this volume, — "The Master Passion: or, The Curtain Raised."