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whereas, if it had arisen during conversation I 

 could have joined in the fun, and made the cachin- 

 nation hearty and real. I detest your inward, 

 half-ashamed sort of sniggle ; but commend me to 

 a good robust octave of merry notes. Even a 

 smile of genuine kind nature sheds a light down 

 into my depths, and imparts a glow like a glass of 

 cordial. In short, cheerfulness is my delight, 

 especially at meal time; and if doctors would insist 

 upon their patients dining in society instead of 

 giving them those eternal drugs, I'll be bound to 

 say dyspepsia would fly away for ever on its bat- 

 like wing. 



What will my friends and the world in general 

 say, if I venture to declare that a life spent in 

 good- will to others, and a judicious regard to our 

 moral government, influences a humble indi- 

 vidual like myself in a most remarkable manner ? 

 Yet the human body is such a bundle of sym- 

 pathies; it is perfectly true. I do not mean a 

 mere selfish care of the body, a regularity of 

 existence suggested simply by providential 

 motives ; but I mean that I sympathise, and act 

 in harmony with those higher inspirations and 

 faculties, which distinguish a highly-gifted nature 

 from a common one. An explanation of this 

 principle in all its bearings would involve both a 

 physiological and psychological disquisition, and 

 as the office of lecturer to mankind is not my role 

 in life, I will forbear afflicting the reader by any 

 plunge into obscure matters. 



Thus far, then, the necessary observances to 

 sustain the body in health consist of moderation, 

 mastication, a careful choice of food, regidarity, 

 exercise, society at meals, abjuration of physic, 

 and, in case of indisposition arising from an in» 

 fringement of these rules, remand a strict regimen. 

 Advice so simple savors, perhaps, of self- 

 evident truisms ; but why then do people neglect 

 them so continually ? By far the larger portion 

 of the ills of life is occasioned by errors in diet; 

 and though there, of course, exist hereditary 

 diseases which have nothing whatever to do with 

 myself, and rest solely with my ancestors, yet 

 even these ills are to be mitigated, and, in a 

 generation or two, totally eradicated, by a strict 

 attention to what passes the lips — inwardly. The 

 moment compounds are swallowed, the system 

 must get rid of them in some way or other ; and 

 just conceive how much evil might be avoided, if 

 people would only consider this simple fact. 

 Health influences directly and indirectly a man's 

 actions, and his mode and tone of thought ; and 

 his ideas expressed in language, are so many 

 winged seeds, which he sows during life, to spring 

 up ultimately for the good or ill of those who 

 reap. He should never forget, too, that he is a 

 link (as, indeed, is the smallest atom of matter) 

 in the chain which stretches from the dim past 

 into the illimitable future ; and he contributes his 

 share in giving form and shape to things to come, 

 in the same way as he and his ideas have been 

 formed, and shaped by things past. 



Health, therefore, is a treasure he has no right 

 to expend lavishly, or to fritter away ; he holds it 

 in trust, as he does his life ; and even in the dark 

 ages, when science was struggling in the hands 

 of astrologers and alchemists, they regarded the 

 vital portions of the body so highly, as to exalt 

 matter into the throne of man's soul and spirit. 



There are some members of my family whose 

 nature is so vigorous and robust, that ordinary 

 rules and regulations would seem scarcely to 

 apply to their particular case. To such, I say, go 

 on and prosper ; but there are breakers ahead, 

 and take care that you do not get wrecked on 

 alcohol. From your very vigor you will be en- 

 ticed to indulge— first m al drams, and then 

 larger ones ; till it will come to pass^ that ulti- 

 mately your digestion is no longer inside you, 

 and a part of you, but in bottles and flasks ! 



How many of these animated human 

 bottles and flasks cross our path daily, we 

 know not; but they are not few. Filthy, 

 beastly, stinking wretches ! — Faugh ! 



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THE POWER OF TRUE LOVE. 



BY ELIZA COOK. 



Thou art not with me when I tread 



The forest path at eve, 

 "Where the full branches over head 



Their fragrant garlands weave ; 

 Yet all things in my lonely walk — 



The stream, the flowers, the tree, 

 The very birds — but seem to talk 



In gentle strains of thee ! 

 If in the midnight's gentle gloom 



Sweet sleep mine eyelids fill, 

 I see thee in my curtain'd room, 



In dreams thou'rt with me still ! 

 Thou art not with me, yet I feel 



Thy presence when I go 

 Where the pale moonbeams all reveal 



Our wanderings long ago ; 

 And when the song-bird fills the air, 



Thy voice seems sweet and clear, 

 For memory has such power, that there 



I fancy thou art near; 

 Until the midnight's darker gloom 



My wearied eyelids fill, 

 And then within my curtain'd room 



In dreams thou'rt with me still. 



