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happiness—and beauty. Beauty and happiness, those 
are the two things it is made up of. 
There are not so many things that are made up of 
just those two. Try and think of some. A party, 
perhaps you may say (only it must bea juvenile one), 
ora pantomime. Well, of course, there is an enormous 
amount of beauty and happiness at things of that 
kind; but is it a// beauty and happiness? Not guise 
all, 1think. Still lam sure you would think it a very 
unkind thing if somebody were to break up a party 
before it were over, or to stop a pantomime before 
the last act had been performed. You would think 
that cruel, Iam sure. And now if you were looking 
at those beautiful, happy Birds of Paradise at ‘heir 
party or pantomime (I /ivk it is as pretty as a 
transformation scene), and all at once, when they were 
just in the middle of it, first one and then another of 
them were to fall down dead to the ground, till at 
last half of them lay there underneath the tree and 
the rest had flown away, would you not think shat 
a most cruel and dreadful thing? Where would be 
the beauty and the happiness now? It would all be 
gone. Joy would have been changed into sorrow, 
and beauty a/most into ugliness—for a dead bird is 
almost ugly compared to a beautiful, living one. 
And life would have been changed into death—yes, 
and such life, the life of happy, lovely birds, of 
