The happiness of life may be greatly increased by small courtesies in which there is no parade, whose voice is too still to tease, and which manifest themselves by tender and affectionate looks, and little kind acts of attention, giving others the preference in every little enjoyment at the table, in the field, walking, sitting, or standing.—Sterne.
THE OLD MAN’S SONG.
TO HIS WIFE.
Oh, don’t be sorrowful, darling!
Now don’t be sorrowful, pray!
For, taking the year together, my dear,
There isn’t more night than day.
’Tis rainy weather, my darling;
Time’s waves they heavily run;
But, taking the year together, my dear,