“The power to laugh, to cease work and begin to frolic and make merry in forgetfulness of all the conflict of life,” says Campbell Morgan, “is a divine bestowment upon man.”

Happy, then, is the man, who may well laugh to himself over his good luck, who can answer the old question, “How old are you?” by Sambo’s reply:—­

“If you reckon by the years, sah, I’se twenty-five; but if you goes by the fun I’s ’ad, I guess I’s a hundred.”

Whydon’t you laugh?

From the “Independent"

“Why don’t you laugh, young man, when troubles come,
Instead of sitting ’round so sour and glum? 
You cannot have all play,
And sunshine every day;
When troubles come, I say, why don’t you laugh?

“Why don’t you laugh?  ’T will ever help to soothe
The aches and pains.  No road in life is smooth;
There’s many an unseen bump,
And many a hidden stump
O’er which you’ll have to jump.  Why don’t you laugh?

    “Why don’t you laugh?  Don’t let your spirits wilt;
    Don’t sit and cry because the milk you’ve spilt;
       If you would mend it now,
       Pray let me tell you how: 
    Just milk another cow!  Why don’t you laugh?

    “Why don’t you laugh, and make us all laugh, too,
    And keep us mortals all from getting blue? 
       A laugh will always win;
       If you can’t laugh, just grin,—­
    Come on, let’s all join in!  Why don’t you laugh?”

II.  THE CURE FOR AMERICANITIS.

Prince Wolkonsky, during a visit to this country, declared that “Business is the alpha and omega of American life.  There is no pleasure, no joy, no satisfaction.  There is no standard except that of profit.  There is no other country where they speak of a man as worth so many dollars.  In other countries they live to enjoy life; here they exist for business.”  A Boston merchant corroborated this statement by saying he was anxious all day about making money, and worried all night for fear he should lose what he had made.

“In the United States,” a distinguished traveler once said, “there is everywhere comfort, but no joy.  The ambition of getting more and fretting over what is lost absorb life.”

“Every man we meet looks as if he’d gone out to borrow trouble, with plenty of it on hand,” said a French lady, upon arriving in New York.

“The Americans are the best-fed, the best-clad, and the best-housed people in the world,” says another witness, “but they are the most anxious; they hug possible calamity to their breasts.”

“I question if care and doubt ever wrote their names so legibly on the faces of any other population,” says Emerson; “old age begins in the nursery.”

How quickly we Americans exhaust life!  With what panting haste we pursue everything!  Every man you meet seems to be late for an appointment.  Hurry is stamped in the wrinkles of the national face.  We are men of action; we go faster and faster as the years go by, speeding our machinery to the utmost.  Bent forms, prematurely gray hair, restlessness and discontent, are characteristic of our age and people.  We earn our bread, but cannot digest it; and our over-stimulated nerves soon become irritated, and touchiness follows,—­so fatal to a business man, and so annoying in society.