You’ll think of my peas and your thievish tricks,
With tears of slime when crossing the Styx.
Postscript.
If darkness should not let thee read this,
Furtive Snail,
Go ask thy friend, the Glow-worm,
For his tail.
—From a Newspaper.
That man should be happy, is so evidently the intention of his Creator, the contrivances to that end are so multitudinous and so striking, that the perception of the aim may be called universal. Whatever tends to make men happy, becomes a fulfilment of the will of God. Whatever tends to make them miserable, becomes opposition to his will.—Harriet Martineau.