56. LVI.
HUMAN HAPPINESS.
Human happyness being a subject that interests
most persons, and having never bin writ upon bi
enny boddy else, i thought i would write upon it
immediately.
But fu ever git tew be happy, for the reazon they
try so hard.
Comfort in this world is about awl that mortals
kan expect; happyness has bin reserved, bi an all
wise Providence, for futur use.
Those who are the most happy appear tew kno it
the least; in fact, happyness seems tew consist in not
knowing it.
The best way i kno ov tew be happy is not tew
want enny thing till yu hav got it, and then be
saving of it.
Pudding and milk is a good thing tew git happy
on, but too mutch pudding and milk, even, will worry
a man.
The most happy individual i ever knu had no
under garment, and he probably would have
remained happy, until his back had wore out, if the
Femail Billingsville sowing society had not furnished
him a cotton seclusion for hiz body, and got
him riled up, bekauze the collar tew the seclusion
want starched stiff enuff.
It iz a verry dangerous peace ov bizzness tew
interfere with enny man's private plans, for hiz own
partiklar happyness, (or partiklar misery,) upon the
same principle, that it iz a verry dangerous enterprise
to pull a thorn out ov a mule's hind leg, and
dodge the kick.
Awl human hapness iz conservatiff; 2 thirds ov
the pleasure in sliding down hill consists in drawing
the sled back. I don't serpoze thare would be enny
fun in sliding down a hill 34 miles long.
A verry large share ov our happiness iz derived
from anticipation; i kan rekoleckt now ov having
tremenjus fun, years ago, in the western wilderness,
hunting bees, and also hav a lively reminiscence ov
gitting awfully stung, when i found the bees.
Upon the whole, after weighing the matter camly,
i hav cum tew the sanguine konklusion, that the
hight ov human happyness in this life, consists in
being unhappy, and not kno it.
