E'en to Jove's temple; many a warlike son "When first my steps I hither turn'd, methought "But yet (from omen true I judge) our lot, "Not so with me e-the gods a better fate To Marius deign-me glory, fame await! Again for Rome shall I undaunted arm; My name through hostile troops still spread alarm; I yet shall see my country's blest abodes, And bow once more to my paternal gods! "But think not now with unstain'd hand I'll come, "First perish Rome in fire-consuming heat! An exile's fate to brook, or wear a traitor's chain." MYTTON. } HAPPINESS. Oh happiness, our being's end and aim.-POPE. Justly has the poet denominated happiness our being's aim; but alas, how seldom is it attained! Object alike of young and old, rich and poor, prince and peasant, it allures us, as the deceitful mirage entices the thirsty traveller of the desert, and eludes our eager grasp, like the fleeting and unsubstantial shadow. Yet, still its charms, real or imaginary, have been the centre of attraction to countless myriads, and will continue to be so, until time is swallowed up in eternity. For however the dwellers upon earth may differ in circumstances, character, or acquirements, they are, in this pursuit, unanimous; and press forward, with one common ardor, to the wishedfor goal of happiness. But, when we reflect on the various, nay, innumerable, and very frequently most contradictory methods, by which men endeavour to procure the completion of this their universal wish, we are almost tempted to consider it an ignis fatuus-a splendid bauble which glitters only to deceive and weary its ardent followers. So various, or rather so totally opposite, are the ideas which different men attach to this important word, that to define it precisely according to worldly notions, would be an attempt nearly as absurd as to describe a circle with unequal radii; for how often we see that, which is the summit of felicity to one, viewed with indifference, perhaps contempt, by another. But those, who, raising their thoughts above the empty vanities of this lower world, consider happiness with a sober and unbiassed judgment, will readily admit that there is but one true path pointed out by nature, and more fully disclosed by revelation, that will ever conduct us to the regions of felicity; and that path it is which proud, yet foolish man, relying on the unsteady light of reason, will on account of some trifling asperities, abandon for tracks apparently indeed easier, but which will inevitably lead M him to misery and destruction. His pride and self-sufficiency revolt at the idea of being led; and, puffed up by carnal knowledge, he quits the guidance of indulgent Heaven, to follow the workings of his own arrogant imagination. Let it not be supposed that I would insinuate all are such; I speak but of those, who, turning away from the light our beneficent Creator has afforded them, veil themselves in that darkness so congenial to their corrupt and impenitent hearts. It shall be my humble endeavour to point out the deceitfulness and instability of those pleasures on which such men rely, and then, to shew what constitutes true felicity, and the only means by which it can be acquired. They who desert the right way, and pursue paths which they vainly think will conduct them to happiness, generally give themselves up either to sensual pleasure, indolent ease, to the enjoyment of riches and greatness, or follow that phantom falsely designated glory. I say, generally, because, although various other baubles, under the guise of happiness, entice mankind from the proper scope of their exertions, yet still we must confess that the empty shadows, above enumerated, are the objects which commonly prove so attractive to the human race. With respect to the sensualist, it has been a maxim established from the remotest periods of antiquity, that the pleasures of the mind are preferable to those of the body, from whence we may safely assert that they afford superior gratification. Besides, if we for a moment reflect, we cannot but perceive that they are more refined, more exquisite, and more durable, than any delights corporeal pleasures produce. The latter are but momentary, and frequently leave behind them either regret or remorse; whereas happiness, as perfect as can be enjoyed in this frail state of being, is constant, of a calm and equable flow; and should any unlooked-for occurrence interrupt its unruffled progress, "For e'en in the tranquillest climes Light breezes will ruffle the flowers sometimes," the very interruption will make its possessor more sensi bly alive to the bliss it confers. Sensuality degrades us to a level with the brutes that perish; but man's immortal soul was formed for far nobler ends than any earthly pleasures can produce. How inadequate then must be the delights of sense to gratify the cravings of an eternal spirit! Happiness cannot consist in indolence; since an attentive examination of our nature must convince us, that we are beings designed for exertion; and we know that our talents, unless cultivated, become not only useless, but also a means by which the great enemy of mankind carries on his designs against our eternal, as well as temporal welfare. Indolent ease is but another name for idleness; and, that idleness is the root of all evil, no one surely will hesitate to allow. In proportion as evil abounds, happiness must decrease; for that state of mind which contains the elements of misery is the necessary consequence of the prevalence of vice. Felicity, then, it follows, cannot spring from this source, and it would be equally absurd to expect it from riches and greatness; for how often do we see the most affluent and powerful, who have not a wish, however inordinate, which it is nct in their power to satisfy, enduring calamities which never fall to the lot of those in the humbler grades of life to encounter. The experience of all ages, as well as the feelings of humanity, must convince us that it cannot be acquired by devastating the globe, and butchering thousands of our fellow-creatures, in order that the glorious conqueror, as he is falsely termed, may lord over more millions, and sway a greater extent of territory than other monarchs. Let the latter days of the unconquered son of Philip operate as a salutary warning to all who endeavor to arrive at happiness by wading through seas of blood. Tortured by the remembrance of past cruelties, and terrified by gloomy apprehensions of futurity, he sought, by dissipation, to relieve his anxious breast from the stings of a wounded conscience, until overcome by disease, he sank into an untimely grave. Can happiness be called the result of his unequalled |