review of some foolish book; an to the garden for two or three that after all it would be cruel to fellow who wrote it; and so proce thing severe, and give the entire mentary turn!

It is a vain fancy to try to ske which is to be led in the count For almost every man graduall of being which is rather formed adopted of purpose and by choi membered, that pleasure disappe an end. Happiness is a thing th ally, while we are looking for so who would enjoy country life in nave an earnest occupation besi lighting in his home, and the round it. If that be all he has

weary, and find that life, and the interest of life, have stagnated and scummed over. The end of work is to enjoy leisure; but to enjoy leisure one must have performed work. It will not do to make the recreation of life the business of life. But I believe, that to the man who has a worthy occupation to fill up his busy hours, there is no purer or more happy recreation than may be found in the cares and interests of the country home.

Always have a che simmering on the b

plums on the mantlepiece. Modern grates, it is known, clearly appear for what purpos mended. If for the production I am not sure that the abundant vous and vaporous liquid is likel ble cheerfulness. And Sydney have become well acquainted his years in Edinburgh, would lady to have recourse to alcoh perilous tendencies and its subse plums, again, damage the teeth, reverse of salutary upon a most condition directly affects the sp fire, there the genial theologian when we talk, as we naturally testify that long experience ha

liarly British institution tends to make people cheerful. But, without committing myself to any approval of the particular things recommended by Sydney Smith, I heartily assent to the principle which is implied in his advice to the nervous lady: to wit, that cheerfulness and content are to a great degree the result of outward and physical conditions; let me add, the result of very little things.

Time was, in which happiness was regarded as being perhaps too much a matter of one's outward lot. Such is the belief of a primitive age and an untutored race. . Every one was to be happy, whatever his mental condition, who could but find admittance to Rasselas' Happy Valley. The popular belief that there might be a scene so fair that it would make blest any human being who should be allowed to dwell in it, is strongly shown in the name universally given to the spot which was inhabited by the parents of the race before evil was known. It was the Garden of Delight: and the name describes not the beauty of the scene itself, but the effect it would produce upon the mind of its tenants. The paradises of all rude nations are places which profess to make every one happy who enters them, quite apart from any consideration of the world which he might bear within his own breast. And the pleasures of these paradises are mainly addressed to sense. The gross Esquimaux went direct to eating and drinking: and so his heaven (if we may believe Dr. Johnson) is a place where oil is always fresh, and provisions always warm.' He could conceive nothing loftier than the absence of cold meat, and the presence of unlimited blubber. Quite as gross was the Paradise of the Moslem, with its black-eyed houris, and its musk-sealed wine: and the same principle, that the outward scene and circumstances in which a man is placed

point to an unseen world, whic man who is prepared for it, and one else.

And, to come down to the the time was when happiness wa of a quiet home, of a comfortabl roses and honeysuckle, of daisie milk and fresh eggs, of evening up from the river in the twiligh close-drawn curtains, and mellow and cups of tea, and easy cha plenty of books, and laughing g wife and a limited number of children. And indeed it canno things, with health and a good sarily make a man contented, t so. One cannot but sympathize and comfort which breathes fro lines, though there is somethin Here they are again they are