A FUGITIVE THOUGHT.

Musing the other day in a pensive attitude, my head reclining on my

hand, and my elbow resting on the table--methought--Why is the mind

either incessantly haunted with gloom, or wrapt in extacy? Why is man

generally peevish, morose, sullen, fretful or passionate, and seldom

enjoying that beautiful equilibrium of temper that alone can produce

happiness to himself and others? The object of all (said I to myself) is

to acquire comfort and happiness; but how wide do they steer of the

mark, that give way to hateful passions. I recollected how trivial

faults of persons in my employ made me impatient--that I sometimes was

subject to those disagreeable emotions, and that I thereby made those

and myself unhappy: I bethought myself of recent trials, which, though

afflictive, should not have excited discontent; and I put up a fervent

petition to heaven, to assist me in a resolution I then formed of never

giving way to chagrin, but of always endeavouring to possess, at least,

a pleasing equanimity. I am no enemy to transports of joy, when not

carried to excess: I fancy, that for this end are the passions given us;

but we have perverted into a source of uneasiness what was designed to

increase our pleasure, and to make this life of probation less

burthensome.

I will, continued I, from this, endeavour to be as happy myself as

possible, and it shall be my care to cause those around me, as far as

lies in my power, to participate in my bliss. My domestics, and all

under my care, shall be but gently reproved when they err; or rather,

I will acquaint them merely with their faults, and if they are wise they

surely will improve. My children I will advise with the utmost

tenderness, and use every art to allure them into the paths of virtue;

good shall be represented to them in the most glowing and fascinating

colours, and vice shall be depicted with the most frightful, hideous and

forbidding appearance. My wife, the partner of my joys, must be the

partaker of my happiness--hand in hand shall we go on in this blissful

path--no jar shall disturb our harmony, nor shall discontent or anger

ever wrinkle our brows: then shall we fulfil the design of our Maker in

sending us into the world, and shall pass through its variegated scenes

with as much comfort and content as can possibly be enjoyed here below

by mortals.

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