ABSTRACT
There is nothing so difficult to describe as happiness. Whether some feeling of envy enters into the mind upon hearing of it, or whether it is so calm, so unassuming, so little ostentatious in itself, that words give an imperfect idea of it, I know not.a It is easier to enjoy it,b than to define it. It springs in the heart, and shews itself on the countenance; but it shuns all display; and is oftener found at home, when home has not been embittered by dissensions, suspicionsc and guilt, than any where else upon earth. Yes, it is in homed and in those who watch there for us. Miserable is the being,e who turns elsewhere for consolation! Desolate is the heart which has broken the ties that bound it there.
