Courage! build great works--'tis urging thee--it is ever nearest the favourites of God--the fool knows little of it.

Thou wouldst be joyous, wouldst thou?
then be a fool.

What great work was ever the result of joy, the puny one?
Who have been the wise ones, the mighty ones, the conquering ones of this earth?
the joyous?
I believe not.

The fool is happy, or comparatively so--certainly the least sorrowful, but he is still a fool: and whose notes are sweetest, those of the nightingale, or of the silly lark?
'What ails you, my child ?' said a mother to her son, as he lay on a couch under the influence of the dreadful one; 'what ails you?
you seem afraid!' _Boy_.

And so I am; a dreadful fear is upon me.
_Mother_.