EVERYTHING IS MADE TO BE HAPPY. IF any one of my young friends will get up early in the morning and go forth among the birds, the insects, the four-footed beasts, he will see that they all seem made to be happy. The robin in singing its song, the sparrow in building its nest, the swallow in pursuing its insect prey, the doves in their fond intercourse with each other, the busy crow in feeding its young-all seem made to enjoy their existence, and all seem to accomplish the design for which they were created. The busy bee in storing away its honey, the bustling ants in carrying on the various affairs of the hill, the grasshopper in playing his little fiddle, the butterfly in his search of the sweetest flower, even the beetle in rolling his ball, the cricket in chirping beneath a heap of stones, and the spider in making or mending his net-all appear to be in pursuit of happiness, and all seem to obtain it. And the squirrel, skipping from tree to tree, the mouse in gnawing a hole to get at the meal, the frog in the brook, the toad in his burrow of earth, the wild deer in the forest, the sheep upon the grassy hill side, the cows in the meadow, the dog at his master's side-these all declare that they are in pursuit of enjoyment, and that they find what they seek. |