HA.FPINESS AND THE PUESUIT OF IT, 
as sure to find its level, as that water rushing down 
you steep hill side is. It is making a great noise and 
its rapid motion is not only perceptible but audible to all. 
But perhaps this is only on the principle of one of our old 
sayings, “ Muckle cry, and little woo, as the deil 
said, when he clippet the soo.” While the deep still 
river below is standing it may be in apparently stagnant 
pools motionless, it is moving for all that, 
although slow, just as certainly towards its level as 
the dashing small stream. Dash, and rattle on, small 
rill, make a great rattle and noise, proclaiming to all 
what wonders you are about to perform, but know 
your certain fate, which is to accomplish neither end 
nor object yourself. All you have done is even altogether 
overlooked or taken no note of, for you tumble into 
that big river, are absorbed by it, and lose all your 
noise and bubble, having eventually disappeared only 
to swell the supply of that deep river, if you have 
made it rise a little higher. You get no credit, for 
there are many others besides yourself, who are just 
acting the same part, very likely not even seen, for 
they run through the dark silent glades of the jungle 
and only if you take the trouble to examine, not 
otherwise, will you see their mouths bubbling ont 
their contents into the big river! But these are only 
mountain rills, which never become rivers themselves 
and only act as subordinate branches, or feeders. 
Pause and consider well, are you a ‘‘jungle rill, 
before you become the victim of discontent. But as 
.all rivers proceed from a very small source, do not 
be discouraged, because yours runs a long way through 
a dark and dense jungle, unseen, perhaps unknown 
to any; for depend upon it, just as every river has 
its source, so also has it its course and termination 
and a numher of people are so very silly, as always 
to be making inquiry about the source of a rill of good 
water. They say, we cannot have any thing to do with 
that stream, we don’t know where it comes from, 
it comes out of a dark unknown jungle, and perhaps 
is pernicious, tasting strongly of mineral, decayed 
vegetable matter, or what not. Perhaps so. Why not make 
certain and try, and perhaps, you will say, who 
would have thought this small rill would have supplied 
such cool and refreshing drink ? Few streams are so 
very insignificant as to become lost in a swamp ; 
these meet with a very suitable termination being 
deserving of no other end than being swamped. We 
once resided in a hut on the banks of a large river. 
How very delightful it was, the noise of the water at 
night lulled us to sleep, and during the heat of the 
day, the coolness was most refreshing. At morning 
or evening we had merely to throw off our clothes 
