"
"Very pretty, my dear," Mrs. Mayfield replied. "Thought is not
happiness, though bliss may not lie wholly in ignorance. I should think
that the happiness most nearly perfect is the half-unconscious rest of
a thoughtful mind--the sound sleep of the strong."
"That's all very well," said Old Jasper, waving his long lash over the
steers. "But you can't gauge happiness, and half the time you can't tell
what fetches it about. Some days you find yo'se'f miserable when thar
ain't nuthin' happened, an' the next day, when still nuthin' has tuck
place to change things, you find yo'se'f happy. If you kin do a little
suthin' to help a po' body along--an' do it, mind you, without thinkin'
that you air doin' it fur a purpose, then the chances air that you'll be
happy all day. But ef you help a feller with the idee of it a makin' you
happy, it won't, somehow. It's like the card player a givin' a man money
becaze he thinks it will fetch him good luck. I ricolleck one time I
seed a big feller a bullyin' a po' little devil, an' I told him to quit
an' he wouldn't, an' I whaled him.
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