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KIDD'S OWN JOURNAL. 



The " One " Great Pleasure of Life. 



BY W. H. BELLAMY. 



Oh! if there's a pleasure on earth that's more 



pure, 

 Or more blest than another, say is it not this ? — 

 " To lighten the sorrows that others endure, 

 To hold out a hand to ' A Friend in Distress?' " 

 'Tis a pleasure that selfishness never can know ; 

 A joy that no language, no pen can express. 

 Ah, who can forget, having once felt the glow 

 That the heart gives while helping " A Friend in 



Distress ?" 



Since each has his trials and troubles to bear, 

 Whilst journeying onwards along the same road, 

 When we meet with a brother with more than 



his share, 

 'Tis " Humanity" hints to us — " Lighten his 



load." 

 The richest to-day, may to-morrow be poor: 

 If we've little, how many there are who have 



less ! 

 Oh, ne'er should the heart then, the hand, or the 



door, 

 Be closed to the claims of " A Friend in 



Distress." 



To MARY E. B. 



The graceful and the beautiful, 



The gentle, kind, and airy, 

 Together met, to mould the form 



And gift the mind of — Mary. 

 There's nature in each careless curl, 



In every grace a moral; 

 Her mouth — 'tis Cupid's mouth, sweet girl, 



And full of pearls and coral ! 



She's like the keystone to an arch, 



That consummates all beauty ; 

 She's like the music to a march, 



Which sheds a joy on duty ! 

 All happy thoughts, and feelings rife 



Seem evermore to guide her; 

 The very ills and cares of life 



Forget themselves beside her ! 



Each sweet expressive glance appears 



Of nature's best selection: 

 It took the world six thousand years 



To perfect such perfection ! 

 All gifts divine that could combine, 



All charms of nymph or fairy, 

 Agreed to grace one beauteous face, 



And witch the world with — Mary ! 



She speeds as if with wings, so fleet 



No bird could e'er surpass them ; 

 Yet none can ever spy her feet, 



Though 'tis believed she has them ! 

 She lends a spell to every scene ; 



Her step makes winter vernal — 

 A something half divine, between 



The earthly and eternal ! 



Excellence. — Nothing so much opposes the 

 production of excellence, as the power of pro- 

 ducing with ease and rapidity what is passably 

 good. 



" CLEANLINESS NEXT TO GODLINESS.' 



On the Use of the Bath. 



" Facts are stubborn things." A man gets up 

 in the morning, washes his hands and face, pro- 

 nounces himself clean, and eats his breakfast 

 with great complacency ; and clean he would be, 

 were his body composed exclusively of hands and 

 face. Is it not so ? Day after day he performs 

 this partial ablution, and conscience never whis- 

 pers to him that he is misusing the other 

 members most abominably. His head aches — 

 his feet swell — he feels unaccountably uncom- 

 fortable — and yet he never dreams that all this 

 is caused by an obstruction of the pores of the 

 skin. He cannot understand that health and 

 good-looks depend materially upon general and 

 habitual cleanliness. Cleanliness is not a nega- 

 tive, but a jyositive virtue. A man that keeps a 

 clean body cannot but have a clean conscience. 



Much abused and slandered Grimalkin ! for 

 this do Ave honor thee ! What though a tread 

 on thy tail produces a visitation from thy claw 

 even on the leg of thy best friend, it is but the 

 outbreaking of old Adam within thee ; it is thy 

 feline nature, and human nature is very like 

 unto it. The proverb tells the sluggard to go to 

 the ant, to consider her ways, and be wise.. 

 From the bee we learn industry — the dog, fide- 

 lity — the fox, cunning — and shall the cat be 

 excluded from the list of our tutors ? Look at 

 her in the morning, as she sits demurely perched 

 up in the window— see how gracefully she moves 

 that pliant paw, cleansing her body: and so 

 intent upon the task, that the very mouse runs 

 past her unheeded. With what consciousness of 

 having done well does she come purring up to 

 you, wagging that tail which is not to be trod- 

 den oni Pat her on the head; and if you have 

 not washed your body, peel ashamed that you 

 are taught cleanliness by a cat. What is it that 

 makes the Turks such graceful and handsome 

 men, and the Turkish women so exquisitely 

 lovely? Nothing in the world but their daily 

 use of the bath ; and we verily believe that the 

 truth and honor for which the Turk is prover- 

 bially celebrated have more connexion with his 

 cleanliness of body than nine persons out of ten 

 would imagine. 



so great is the moral effect of 

 — Bathing ! 



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