A HAPPY WOMAN.
Is she not the very sparkle and sunshine of life? A woman who is happy
because she can’t help it – whose smiles even the coldest
sprinkle of misfortune cannot dampen. Men make a terrible mistake when
they marry the beauty, for talents, or for style. The sweetest wives are
those who possess the magic secret of being contented under any circumstances.
Rich or poor, high or low, it makes no difference; the bright little fountain
of joy bubbles up just as musically in their hearts. Do they life in a
log cabin, the fire that leaps up on its humble hearth becomes brighter
than the gilded chandeliers in an Aladdin palace. Where the stream of
life so dark and unpropitious that the sunshine of a happy face falling
on the turbid tide would not awaken an answering gleam? Why, these joyous
tempered people don’t know half the good they do.
GREAT MEN pay this tribute to fame –
they must always be great. If they remove their laurels for an instant,
stupidity plumps upon them, as the falling tortoise struck the head of
the old philosopher and dashed out his brains.
HE who keeps himself always in the medium
will be thought by most to be in some extreme; just as they who are in
the centre of a circle appear directly opposed to those who view them
from any part of the circumference.