It never haz been proved, that enny ov the animal kreation hav attempted
tew laff, (we are quite certain that none hav succeded;) thus this
deliteful episode and pleasant power appears tew be entirely within the
province ov humans.
It iz the language ov infancy--the eloquense ov childhood,--and the
power tew laff is the power to be happy.
It is becoming tew awl ages and conditions; and (with the very few
exceptions, sakred tew sorrow) an honest, hearty laff iz always
agreeable and in order.
It iz an index ov karakter, and betrays sooner than words.--Laffing
keeps oph sickness, and haz conquered az menny diseases az ever pills
have, and at mutch less expense.--It makes flesh, and keeps it in its
place. It drives away weariness and brings a dream ov sweetness tew the
sleeper.--It never iz covetous.--It ackompanys charity, and iz the
handmaid ov honesty.--It disarms revenge, humbles pride, and iz the
talisman ov kontentment.--Sum have kalled it a weakness--a substitute
for thought, but really it strengthens wit, and adorns wisdum,
invigorates the mind, gives language ease, and expreshun elegance.--It
holds the mirror up tew beauty; it strengthens modesty, and makes virtew
heavenly.
It iz the light ov life; without it we should be but animated ghosts.
It challenges fear, hides sorrow, weakens despair, and carries haff ov
poverty's bundles.--It costs nothing, comes at the call, and leaves a
brite spot behind.--It iz the only index ov gladness, and the only buty
that time kannot effase.--It never grows old; it reaches from the cradle
clear tew the grave.
Without it, love would be no pashun, and fruition would show no joy.--It
iz the fust and the last sunshine that visits the heart; it was the warm
welkum ov Eden's lovers, and was the only capital that sin left them tew
begin bizzness with outside the Garden ov Paradise.