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Title: How to be happy
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: (Frink, Maria Mrs.) (from old catalog)
Subjects: Conduct of life
Publisher: Valparaiso, Ind., F. & M. Frink
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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ave found better music in the sound of theirchildrens voices and footsteps going cheerily down topoverty, than any harmony of chorded instruments.Oh, how blessed is the bankruptcy when it saves amans children! I see many men bringing up theirchildren as I would bring up mine, if, when they areten years old, I should lay them on the dissecting-tableand cut the sinews of their arms and legs, so that theycould neither walk or use their hands, but only sit stilland be fed. Thus rich men put the knife of indolenceand luxury to their childrens energies, and they growup fatty, lazy calves, fitted for nothing at twenty-fivebut to squander wide ; and the father must be a slaveall his life, in order to make beasts of his children.How blessed then is the stroke of disaster which setsthe children free and gives them over to the hard, butkind bosom of poverty, who says to them work! andworking makes them men. One trouble with the world is that so many peoplehave more reputation than character. 395
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THIS 18 li1;?E. tHAVE planned much work for my life, she said ,A girlish creature with golden hair,And bright and winsome as she was fair. The days are full, since we are wed ;The clothes to buy, and the home to makeA very Eden, for your dear sake. But cares soon come to the wedded wife ;She shares his duties, and hopes and fears,Which lessen not with the waning years. For a very struggle at best is life; If we knew the burdens along the line We would shrink to receive this gift divine. Sometimes, in the hush of the evening hourShe thinks of the leisure she meant to gain,And the work she would do with hand and brain. I am tired to-night; I am lacking powerTo think, she says : I must wait untilMy brain is rested, and pulse is still. O ! Woman and Man, there is never rest.Dream not of a leisure that will not comeTill age shall make you both blind and dumb. You must live each day at your very best:The work of the world is done by few;God asks that a part be done by you. 397 BRINGING OUR

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