Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1853-06-23

Every dawn lighted on US as brilliantly to
the pleasure OF the soul as happy day,
aud every evening drew lis shadows over as
sweet and pure serenity of heart and soul,
The soft footed hours never seemed too slow,
because they flung their abundant gladness
without ceasing. They never seemed too
fast, because the perfection Of our happi-
ness left Us not moment for the conscious
ness of regret Innate aad not 10 perish
was the faith Of Jesses breast There
was a sanity calm IN her miud--a gentle,
religious devotion, from which her thanks
and prayers, mingled 10 dulcet solution,
sent up their united incense TO Heayeu.-
The past was reminisceuce of delight aud
the present conscious Joy, which hope re-
Elected in the future We lelt the influence
Of mutual charm. 70 me there was no
prophecy Of the time to come SO sweet as
The kind wish OF Jessie 90 he's there was
u0 wish so dear as that which responded TO
mine aud to both the beautiful aueurles
of hope flowed from a common source Of
sacred tondncss and affection, unprolaned
by sellishness-unpuluted by worldly de-
sires. With wife like Jessie, the inten-
ton is the power to bless. So all my asp-
rauous nestled ia her bosom and though
they sometimes huttered wildly there, she
was too tender aud gentle to drive them a.
way
Aud ia this way we lived, until my re-
searches into the nature of happiness be-
came very profound. knew ali that the
anclenis had sad upon the subject had
anal}zed the systems of the schools | had
',''''''''''~ eD '''0 "u'''a' near "1u' WIN
'0'''''" wa co.
S4""e"' anu 0'nuen' ""N measured ,'e az
''ie soui nad extracted rom aiI mas
sl'e 'heoi yes 'Ac suoue essence OF the pm
io'' 'De' '"on-ub ana hoiea down every
result ln hl-hiy manuscript BOOK. Al
last ny breast ddaled with pride There
is no human investigation, said, INTO the
character aud properties Of happiness with
winch am not lamI'iar. From the bardlc
sages to the Iasi-cropped commentator, |
kno" them all. Aud nov, having extract
ed tins wisdom from every flower ofmcient
ana modern speculation, Will distI into
one Immortal volume the whole essence Of
The f"losophy OF Happiness
Bear with my authors pride for the sake
OF Us enthusiasm ana sincerity. | wrote a
book called % lAe Philosophy Of Hap
pines, ana master Of the secret, crI-
ed' " hat a'chfmsi, what RosIcrucian,
what inventor OF eliNrs, what soplHsi, or
sage. ever felt the vanity of intellect more
round ami hoIlo" than } when | said to
myself, There b. the true philosophy Of life
the mathematical solution Of that prob
lem on winch the ieIeiV Of tie human
race depeads--l''e logical proof Of the ma
'u'e 90 "atp'"1a' 1.-The ""ith star q" winch
D." 'et'"'"s mas lnrned iis telescope since
me cn"os s"u t"e Hood Others seek for
spo's W 'oe sun iel others sonnd the ocean,
eApounu tue '"'eu'us' explore the arctic
P"ss'ge' square we o'cie' ana discover per-
Pe'u'i ",',,'oi' na' is the'r wisdom to
"'i'e "'' are ''e elsco'efies they shall
mast 10 '"a' VINO" / nave made ( have
'"u"" '"e '''"e'"y o. me Whlch turns all
'"',,-s !" goa
Du' me" 'auscN' Am really happy
'l 'S' S",' e. DIS H'ppy as ihe stars
are "''s"'' "'" '"'ns proof OF my own
'"'"'i' "''"" am i'S"'' because am
"'fr1 Pug" "'N P""oa"P"{' VIII read
NY O"1N i" 'esS'c
''u ''"1 u 10 jessie. b"y al'fr DAY
que 's''''e' ~ 10 S"''i'l7' however, some
V'nes' "hlch thought proceeded from a
l'a'ufa' PriHe--'h my hook--in me! So
was P'e'seu' ana by degrees we came to the
enq'
II was calm autumn evening. A gold
en- ms hung lar along the edge OF the pral-
re ne sun was sinking under apaWllon
.ol cl'uds-Woel' purple, amber, blending
gradually INTO deep burning hue, with lli-
tie spots Of crimson 'aPor sprnkled like
eo'u a.0n9 Tue euses oil Inc beautiful cano-
pN ne warm august iIsht was hal
rowing Tue uhaHeIea WORKS OF uod-Ifees
ana MIS- ana wood mat sho"ered their
"'q lrui'S 10 toe ground. a breeze came
coo' over 'he ioles'-'ops' one star was Just
'w'nNi'hg mo sisll anne me rosy br'lllance
oil the SKY ana 'le uaN' oinl' hnshed, and
sun cfcleu az nature IA IT'S last embrace
sat wan jessie al me edge OF an open
gIade. Across 'he ia"n-llke slope, sprnk-
lea WIN MOVERS as though warm Of but
ieriiIes mad decended cpon 1t, we could
look INTO Inc dafk'ing recesses OF the wood.
C'ose TO Us we heard the SOFT buoDling run
oil the water where the little stream, with