LIFE IS SWEET. 101 
“ What,” I asked a friend, who had been on a 
delicious country excursion, “ did you see that 
best pleased you ? ” 
My friend has cultivated her love of moral more 
than her perception of physical beauty, and I was 
not surprised when, after replying, she went on to 
say, “ My cousin took me to see a man who had 
been a clergyman in the Methodist connection. 
He had suffered from a nervous rheumatism, and 
from a complication of diseases, aggravated by 
ignorant drugging. Every muscle in his body, ex¬ 
cept those which move his eyes and tongue, is 
paralyzed. His body has become as rigid as iron. 
His lirnbs have lost the human form. He has not 
lain on a bed for seven years. He suffers acute 
pain. He has invented a chair which affords him 
some alleviation. His feelings are fresh and kind¬ 
ly, and his mind is unimpaired. He reads con¬ 
stantly. His book is fixed in a frame before 
him, and he manages to turn the leaves with an 
instrument which he moves with his tongue. 
He has an income of thirty dollars! This pit¬ 
tance, by the vigilant economy of his wife, and 
some aid from his kind rustic neighbors, bring the 
year round. His wife is the most gentle, patient, 
and devoted <5f loving nurses. She never has too 
much to do to do all well; no wish or thought 
goes beyond the unvarying circle of her con¬ 
jugal duty. Her love is as abounding as his 
wants — her cheerfulness as sure as the rising 
