CHAPTER XXII.
MORAL SUNSHINE.
I have gout, asthma, and seven other maladies, but am otherwise very well.
-- SIDNEY SMITH.
The inborn geniality of some people amounts to genius.
-- WHIPPLE.
This one sits shivering in fortune's smile, Taking his joy with bated, doubtful breath; This other, gnawed by hunger, all the while Laughs in the teeth of death.
-- T.

B.ALDRICH.
There is no real life but cheerful life.
-- ADDISON.
Next to the virtue, the fun in this world is what we can least spare.
-- AGNES STRICKLAND.
Joy in one's work is the consummate tool.
-- PHILLIPS BROOKS.
Joy is the mainspring in the whole Of endless Natures calm rotation.
Joy moves the dazzling wheels that roll In the great timepiece of Creation.
-- SCHILLER.
"He is as stiff as a poker," said a friend of a man who could never be coaxed or tempted to smile.

"Stiff as a poker," exclaimed another, "why he would set an example to a poker." Even Christians are not celebrated for entering into the _joy_ of their Lord.
We are told that "Pascal would not permit himself to be conscious of the relish of his food; he prohibited all seasonings and spices, however much he might wish for and need them; and he actually died because he forced his diseased stomach to receive at each meal a certain amount of aliment, neither more nor less, whatever might be his appetite at the time, or his utter want of appetite.

He wore a girdle armed with iron spikes, which he was accustomed to drive in upon his body (his fleshless ribs) as often as he thought himself in need of such admonition.

He was annoyed and offended if any in his hearing might chance to say that they had just seen a beautiful woman.