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most beautiful and lovable of all God's creatures; the very sight of him has a tendency to soften our hearts and call into play our best affections. But God permits us all to be happy if we will seek happiness through Him.
5. Who that has been duly instructed in the way of true happiness, or who that has proper regard for his health and comfort, will indulge in bursts of violent passion, in fits of anger, or in sullenness. To do so is one of the greatest follies one can be guilty of. We can enjoy nothing when our hearts are filled with bad thoughts, because as our internal feelings are bright or gloomy, so will every thing around us appear.
6. If, then, we are cheerful and contented, all nature siniles with us: the air seems more balmy, and the sky more clear; the meadows have a brighter gleam, the trees a richer foliage, and the flowers a more fragrant smell; the birds sing more sweetly, and the sun, moon and stars all appear more beautiful. We take our food with relish, and, whatever it may be, we enjoy it. We feel better for it, stronger, livelier and fitter for exertion.
7. Now, if we are ill-tempered and discontented, there is nothing which pleases us. We quarrel with our food, with our dress, with our amusements, with our companions, and with ourselves. Nothing comes right for us. The weather is either too hot or too cold, too dry or too damp. Neither sun, moon nor stars have any beauty; and the fields are barren, the flowers scentless, and the birds silent. We move alone, neither loving nor beloved.
8. Besides robbing ourselves of comfort and health, and becoming hateful to ourselves and to all around us, by passion and bad temper, we also unfit ourselves for performing our public and private duties. The passion*ate man -- and the passionate child will become such is not fit to mingle in society. He is always making himself enemies, and giving pain to himself and fainily. 9. Nor is this all. Every one who indulges in bad temper, and gives way to morose and sour feelings, sets a mischievous example to all around him, and spreads a baneful influence over all his associates. The affections become weakened, confidence is destroyed, health is injured, nervous and painful diseases are created, and all comfort is banished from his dwelling.
10. Let us always bear in mind that if we would preserve health, we must be good-tempered; that if we
, would enjoy the beauties of nature and the comforts of life, we must be good-tempered; that if we would be useful to ourselves and to others, we must be good-tempered; and that if we desire to show ourselves worthy of the blessings which our Heavenly Father showers down upon His children, we must be good-tempered, thankful, contented and cheerful.
LVI.-BETTER THAN GOLD.
1. Better than grandeur, better than gold,
Than rank or titles a hundredfold,
All men as brothers, is better than gold. 2. Better than gold is the sweet repose
Of the sons of toil when their labors close;
3. Better than gold is a peaceful home,
Where all the fireside charities come;
And center there, are better than gold. 4. Better than gold in affliction's hour
Is the balm of love with its soothing power;
LVII.-A MOTHER'S LOVE: HOME.
1. Many of us - most of us who are advanced beyond the period of childhood — went out from that home to embark on the stormy sea of life. Of the feelings of a father, and of his interest in our welfare, we have never entertained a doubt, and our home was dear because he was there; but there was a peculiarity in the feeling that it was the home of our mother. While she lived there, there was a place that we felt was home. There was one place where we would always be welcome, one place where we would be met with a smile, one place where we would be sure of a friend.
2. The world might be indifferent to us; we might be unsuccessful in our studies or our business; new friends
which we supposed we had made might prove to be false; the honor which we thought we deserved might be withheld from us; we might be chagrined and mortified by seeing a rival outstrip us, and bear away the prize which we sought - but there was a place where no feelings of rivalry were found, and where those whom the world overlooked would be sure of a friendly greeting.
3. Whether pale and wan by study, care or sickness, or flushed with health and flattering success, we were sure that we should be welcome there. Though the world was cold towards us, yet there was one who always rejoiced in our success, and always was affected in our reverses; and there was a place to which we might go back from the storm which began to pelt is, where we might rest, and become encouraged and invigorated for a new conflict. So have I seen a bird, in its first efforts to fly, leave its nest and stretch its wings and go forth to the wide world.
4. But the wind blew it back and the rain began to fall, and the darkness of night began to draw on, and there was no shelter abroad, and it sought its way back to its nest to take shelter beneath its mother's wings and to be refreshed for the struggles of a new day; but then it flew away to think of its nest and its mother no
But not thus did we leave our home when we bade adieu to it to go forth alone to the manly duties of life.
5. Even amidst the storms that then beat upon us, and the disappointments that we met with, and the coldness of the world, we felt still that there was one there who sympathized in our troubles, as well as rejoiced in our success, and that, whatever might be abroad, when we entered the door of her dwelling we should be met with a smile. We expected that a mother, like the mother of Sisera, as she “looked out at her window,"
waiting for the coming of her son, laden with the spoils of victory, would look out for our coming, and that our return would renew her joy and ours in our earlier days.
6. It makes a sad desolation when from such a place a mother is taken away, and when, whatever may be the sorrows or the successes in life, she is to greet the returning son or daughter no more. The home of our childhood may still be lovely. The old family mansion, the green fields, the running stream, the moss-covered well, the trees, the lawn, the rose, the sweet-briar, may be there. Perchance, too, there may be an aged father, with venerable locks, sitting in his loneliness, with every thing to command respect and love; but she is not there. Her familiar voice is not heard. The mother has been borne forth to sleep by the side of her children who went before her, and the place is not what it was.
7. There may be those there whom we much love, but she is not there. We may have formed new relations in life, tender and strong as they can be; we may have another home, dear to us as was the home of our childhood, where there is all in affection, kindness and religion to make us happy; but that home is not what it was, and it will never be what it was again. It is a loosening of one of the cords which bound us to earth, designed to prepare us for our eternal flight from every thing dear here below, and to teach us that there is no place here that is to be our permanent home.
LVIII.-GIL BLAS AND THE OLD ARCHBISHOP.
Archbishop. Well, young man, what is your business with me?
Gil Blas. I am the young man whom your nephew, Don Fernando, was pleased to mention to you.