100 LIFE IS SWEET. 
beauty are there. Now she snatches a tuft of 
flowers from the grass ; now she springs to meet 
her playmate, the young, frisky dog; and now she 
is shouting playfully: he has knocked her over, 
and they are rolling on the turf together. Before 
three months passed away, she had laid down the 
beautiful garments of her mortality ; she had en¬ 
tered the gates of immortal life ; and those who 
followed her to its threshold felt that to the end, 
and in the end, her ministry had been most sweet. 
« Life is sweet ” to the young, with their unfath¬ 
omable hopes — their unlimited imaginings. It is 
sweeter still with the varied realization. Heaven 
has provided the ever-changing loveliness and mys¬ 
terious process of the outward world in the inspi¬ 
rations of art; in the excitement of magnanimous 
deeds; in the close knitting of affections; in the 
joys of the mother, the toils and harvest of the 
father; in the countless blessings of hallowed 
domestic life. 
“Life is sweet” to the seeker of wisdom, and 
to the lover of science ; and all progress and each 
discovery is .a joy to them. 
“ Life is sweet ” to the true lovers of their race ; 
and the unknown and unpraised good they do by 
word, or look, or deed, is joy ineffable. 
But not alone to the wise, to the learned, to the 
young, to the healthful, to the gifted, to the happy, 
to the vigorous doer of good, is life sweet: for the 
patient sufferer it has a divine sweetness. 
