Unworked Joy Mines
And he who goes “prospecting” to see what he can daily discover is a wise man, training his eye to see beauty in everything and everywhere.
“One ought, every day,” says Goethe, “at least to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.” And if this be good for one’s self, why not try the song, the poem, the picture, and the good words, on some one else?
Shall music and poetry die out of you while you are struggling for that which can never enrich the character, nor add to the soul’s worth? Shall a disciplined imagination fill the mind with beautiful pictures? He who has intellectual resources to fall back upon will not lack for daily recreation most wholesome.
It was a remark of Archbishop Whately that we ought not only to cultivate the cornfields of the mind, but the pleasure-grounds also. A well-balanced life is a cheerful life; a happy union of fine qualities and unruffled temper, a clear judgment, and well-proportioned faculties. In a corner of his desk, Lincoln kept a copy of the latest humorous work; and it was frequently his habit, when fatigued, annoyed, or depressed, to take this up, and read a chapter with great relief. Clean, sensible wit, or sheer nonsense,—anything to provoke mirth and make a man jollier,—this, too, is a gift from Heaven.
In the world of books, what is grand and inspiring may easily become a part of every man’s life. A fondness for good literature, for good fiction, for travel, for history, and for biography,—what is better than this?