HAPPINESS.

“Whatever diff’rent paths mankind pursue,

“Oh, Happiness! ’tis thou they keep in view.”

Mrs. ROWE.

Thou art the being that the whole race of mortals are in search of, or

more properly, thou art the _phantom_ they seek! how different their

pursuit! The king endeavours to find thee in his palace, while

surrounded by his courtiers. The courtier thinks he is happy when paying

adulation to his prince. The statesman pursues thee, when fulfilling the

duties of his station. The citizen seeks thee in his family. The

debauchee frequents the brothel, in hopes to find thee. The seducer is

happy when betraying to the paths of infamy the unwary female. The

votary of religion imagines thou art no where to be found but in the

duties it enjoins. The poet seeks thee in his garret. The critic thinks

he has thee in possession while venom trickles from his pen. The mariner

is aiming at thee while he explores the “trackless path.” The warrior is

so fascinated with thee that even rivers of blood cannot impede his

progress.

The beautiful SYLVIA was grasping at thee, while at her feet were

expiring a groupe of lovers, whom she affected to treat with cold

disdain; no kind looks, no tender glances were bestowed. She completely

acted the coquet. At length she promised her hand to SIGISMUND; but in

the short space of time that was to precede their nuptuals, she

manifested the greatest partiality for the libertine FREDERICK. She

afterwards said it was only done to try the firmness of her lover. Her

folly appeared obvious when too late. When SIGISMUND beheld himself

slighted after the promise she had made him, he imagined he was odious

in her eyes. He chose, therefore, for his partner, one that would not

act deceitfully, the blushing LYDIA became his bride.

Do these different characters follow after happiness. They do--And are

they happy?---Go to the monarch, seated on his throne, with his brows

encircled with a crown of gold; to him let the question be put. Should

he answer, “I am the only happy mortal,” would it not induce you to

laugh in his face, and tell him that you were by far the happiest?

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