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The tourniquet shake is the next in importIt derives its name from the instrument made use of by surgeons to stop the circulation of the blood in the limb about to be amputated. It is performed by clasping the band of your friend as far as you can in your own, and then contracting the muscles of your thumb, fingers, and palm, till you have induced any degree of compression you may propose in the hand of your friend. Particular care ought to be taken, if your hand is as hard and as big as a frying-pan, and that of your friend's as small and as soft as a maiden's, not to make use of the tourniquet shake to a degree that it will shake the small bones of the wrist out of their places. It is seldom safe to apply it to gouty persons. A hearty young friend of mine, who had pursued the study of geology, and acquired an unusual hardness and strength of hand and wrist by the use of the hammer, on returning from a scientific excursion, gave his gouty uncle the tourniquet shake with such severity, as had well nigh reduced the old gentleman's fingers to powder; for which my friend had the pleasure of being disinherited, as soon as his ancle's fingers got well enough to hold a pen.

The cordial grapple is a shake of some interest. It is a hearty boisterous shake of your friend's hand, accompanied with moderate pressure and loud acclamations of welcome. It is an excellent travelling shake, and well adapted to make friends. It is indiscrimimately performed.


the case with such compromises, both parties the second, educated in public schools, where were discontented. writing is shamefully neglected, composes his sublime or sportive verses in a schoolboy's ragged scrawl, as if he had never finished his tasks with the writing-master; the third writes his highly-wrought poetry in the common hand of a merchant's clerk, from early commercial avocations; the fourth has all that finished neatness which polishes his verses; while the fifth is a specimen of a full mind, not in the habit of correction or alteration; so that he appears to be printing down his thoughts, without a solitary erasure. The handwriting of the first and third poets, not indicative of their character, we have accounted for; the others are admirable specimens of characteristic autographs. D'Israeli.

I The Peter Grievous touch is opposed to the cordial grapple. It is a pensive, tranquil junction, followed by a mild subsultory motion, cast-down look, and an inarticulate inquiry after your friend's health.

The prude major and prude minor are nearly monopolized by ladies. They cannot be securately described, but are constantly to be noticed in practice. They never extend beyond the fingers; and the prude major allows you to touch them only down to the second joint. The prude minor allows you the whole of the finger. Considerable skill may be shown in performing them with nice variations; such as extending the left hand instead of the right, or stretching a new glossy kid glove over the finger you extend. Lamb. HANDWRITING Character in.

I am intimately acquainted with the handwritings of five of our great poets. The first, in early life, acquired among Scottish advoeates a handwriting which cannot be distinguished from that of his ordinary brothers;


HANDWRITING-Nationality of.

It is a remarkable fact, that no man can ever get rid of the style of handwriting peculiar to his country. If he be English, he always writes in English style; if French, in French style; if German, Italian, or Spanish, in the style peculiar to his nation. Professor Bstates:- -" I am acquainted with a Frenchman, who has passed all his life in England, who speaks English like one of our own countrymen, and writes it with ten times the correctness of ninety-nine in a hundred of us; but yet who cannot, for the life of him, imitate our mode of writing. I knew a Scotch youth, who was educated entirely in France, and resided eighteen years in that country, mixing exclusively with French people, but who, although he had a French writing-master, and, perhaps, never saw anything but French writing in his life, yet wrote exactly in the English style; it was really national instinct. In Paris, all the writing-masters profess to teach the English style of writing; but, with all their professions, and all their exertions, they never can get their pupils to adopt any but the cramped hand of the French. Some pretend to be able to tell the characteristics of individuals from their handwritings. I know not how this may be, but certainly the nation to which an individual belongs can be instantly determined by his handwriting. The difference between the American or English and the French handwriting is immense--a schoolboy would distinguish it at a glance. Mix together a hundred sheets of manuscript written by a hundred Frenchmen, and another hundred written by Englishmen or Americans, and no one could fail to distinguish every one of them, though all should be written in the same language and with the same pens and paper. The difference between Italian, Spanish, and German handwritings is equally decided.

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HAPPINESS-Definitions of.

What is happiness? It ain't bein' idle,

that's a fact-no idle man or woman ever was

happy since the world began. Employment gives both appetite and digestion. Duty makes pleasure doubly sweet by contrast. When the harness is off, if the work ain't too hard, a critter likes to kick up his heels. When pleasure is the business of life, it ceases to be pleasure; and when it's all labour, and no play, work, like an unstuffed saddle, cuts into the

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A solid good, which nothing can destroy,
The best prerogative the great enjoy:
For this, remember, monarchs first were made;
For this, young prince, be loved and be obey'd;
At once yourself and mighty nations bless,
And make humanity your happiness.


The only happiness a brave man ever troubled himself with asking much about, was happiness enough to get his work done. Not "I can't eat!" but, "I can't work!"-that was the burden of all wise complaining among men. It is, after all, the one unhappiness of a man-that he cannot work; that he cannot get his destiny as a man fulfilled. Behold, the day is passing swiftly over, our life is passing swiftly away, and the night cometh, wherein no man can work. The night once come, our happiness, our unhappiness,-it is all abolished, vanished, clean gone; a thing that has been : not of the slightest consequence" whether we were happy as eupeptic Curtis, as the fattest pig of Epicurus, or unhappy as Job with potsherds, as musical Byron with Giaours and sensibilities of the heart; as the unmusical meat-jack with hard labour and rust! But our work!-behold, that is not abolished, that has not vanished: our work, behold, it remains, or the want of it remains-for endless times and eternities, remains; and that is now the sole question with us for evermore ! Brief brawling Day, with its noisy phantasms, its poor paper crowns tinsel-gilt, is gone, and divine everlasting Night, with her star-diadems, with her silences and her veracities, is come! Carlyle.

· HAPPINESS—Durability of.
What nothing earthly gives, or can destroy,
The soul's calm sunshine and the heartfelt joy.

False happiness loves to be in a crowd, and to draw the eyes of the world upon her. She does not receive any satisfaction from the applauses which she gives herself, but from the admiration which she raises in others.


False happiness renders men stern and proud, and that happiness is never communicated. True happiness renders them kind and sensible, and that happiness is always shared.



HAPPINESS-Forbearance necessary to. I have observed one ingredient, somewhat necessary in a man's composition towards happiness, which people of feeling would do well to acquire; a certain respect for the follies of mankind; for there are so many fools whom the opinion of the world entitles to regard, whom accident has placed in heights of which they are unworthy, that he who cannot restrain his contempt or indignation at the sight, will be too often quarrelling with the disposal of things to relish that share which is allotted to himself. Mackenzie. HAPPINESS-is Harmony with God. He is a happy man whose life, e'en now, Shows somewhat of that happier life to come; Who, doomed to an obscure, but tranquil state, Is pleased with it, and, were he free to choose, Would make his fate his choice; whom peace,


False happiness is like false money: it passes for a time as well as the true, and HAPPINESS-Inlets to. serves some ordinary occasions; but when it is brought to the touch, we find the lightness and alloy, and feel the loss. Ibid.

the fruit

of virtue, and whom virtue, fruit of faith,
Prepare for happiness; bespeak him one

Content indeed to sojourn while he must
Below the skies, but having there his home.
The world o'erlooks him in her busy search
Of objects more illustrious in her view;
And occupied as earnestly as she,
Though more sublimely, he o'erlooks the world.
She scorns his pleasures, for she knows them not;
He seeks not hers, for he has proved them vain.

HAPPINESS-Moral Influence of.

Every human soul has the germ of some flowers within; and they would open, if they could only find sunshine and free air to expand in. I always told you, that not having enough of sunshine was what ailed the world. Make people happy, and there will not be half the quarrelling, or a tenth part of the wickedness

there is.

Mrs. Child.

He that enlarges his curiosity after the works of nature, demonstrably multiplies the inlets to happiness; therefore we should cherish ardour in the pursuit of useful knowledge, and remember that a blighted spring makes a barren year, and that the vernal flowers, however beautiful and gay, are only intended by nature as preparatives to autumnal fruits.



E'en not all these, in one rich lot combined, Can make the happy man, without the mind; Where judgment sits, clear-sighted, and surveys The chain of reason with unerring gaze; Where fancy lives, and to the brightening eyes His fairer scenes and bolder figures rise;


Where social love exerts her soft command,
And plays the passions with a tender hand;
Whence every virtue flows, in rival strife,
And all the moral harmony of life.



so, perhaps, happiness falls with the same brightness and power over the whole expanse ! of life, though, to our limited eyes, she seems only to rest on those billows from which the ray is reflected back upon our sight.

Bulwer Lytton.

Surely happiness is reflective, like the light of heaven; and every countenance bright with HAPPINESS-Perfection of. smiles, and glowing with innocent enjoyment, is a mirror transmitting to others the rays of a supreme and ever-shining benevolence. Washington Irving. HAPPINESS-the Means of.

HAPPINESS-of Others.

No man can judge of the happiness of another. As the new moon plays upon the waves, and seems to our eyes to favour with a peculiar beam one long track amidst the waters, leaving the rest in comparative obscurity, yet all the while she is no niggard in her lustre; for though the rays that meet not our eyes seem to us as though they were not, yet, with an equal and unfavouring loveliness, she mirrors herself on every wave. Even

Perfect happiness, I believe, was never intended by the Deity to be the lot of one of His creatures in this world; but that He has very much put in our power the nearness of our approaches to it, is what I have steadfastly believed. Jefferson.

The true felicity of life is to be free from perturbations; to understand our duties to- HAPPINESS-associated with right wards God and man; to enjoy the present without any serious dependence upon the future. Not to amuse ourselves with either hopes or fears, but to rest satisfied with what we have, which is abundantly sufficient; for he that is so, wants nothing. The great blessings of mankind are within us, and within our

reach; but we shut our eyes, and, like people in the dark, we fall foul upon the very thing we search for, without finding it. "Tranquillity is a certain equality of mind, which no condition of fortune can either exalt or depress." Nothing can make it less, for it is the state of human perfection; it raises us as high as we can go, and makes every man his own supporter; whereas he that is borne up by anything else, may fall. He that judges aright and perseveres in it, enjoys a perpetual calm; he takes a true prospect of things; he observes an order, measure, a decorum in all his actions; he has a benevolence in his nature; he squares his life according to reason, and draws to himself love and admiration. Without a certain and an unchangeable judgment, all the rest is but fluctuation; but "he that always wills, and wills the same thing, is undoubtedly in the right." Liberty and serenity of mind must necessarily ensue upon the mastering of those things which either allure or affright us, when, instead of those flashy pleasures (which, even at the best, are most vain and hurtful together), we shall find ourselves possessed of joys transporting and everlasting. Seneca.


All men that have rambled after happiness have failed; neither learning, nor fame, nor wealth, nor pleasure, taken separately or to the height and dignity of human nature, jointly, could ever give it, without acting up and practice; amongst which may be reckoned and getting a right set of principles for thought the love of justice, temperance, fortitude, and



HAPPINESS-Return of.

After long storms and tempests overblowne,
The sun at length his joyous face doth cleare;
So when as fortune all her spight hath showne,
Some blissfull houres at last must needs appeare,
Else should afflicted wights oft-times despeire.

HAPPINESS-Secret of.
Go, fix some weighty truth;
Chain down some passion; do some generous

Teach ignorance to see, or grief to smile;
Correct thy friend, befriend thy greatest foe;
Or, with warm heart, and confidence divine,
Spring up, and lay strong hold on Him who
made thee.

HAPPINESS-in the Village.
Meantime the village rouses up the fire;
While well attested, and as well believed,
Heard solemn, goes the goblin story round,
Till superstitious horror creeps o'er all.
Or frequent in the sounding hall, they wake
The rural gambol. Rustic mirth goes round:
The simple joke that takes the shepherd's

Easily pleased; the long loud laugh, sincere; The kiss snatch'd hasty from the side-long maid,

On purpose guardless, or pretending sleep; The leap, the slap, the haul; and shook to notes

Of native music the respondent dance.

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There are two ways of being happy,—we may either diminish our wants, or augment our means either will do-the result is the same; and it is for each man to decide for himself, and do that which happens to be the easiest. If you are idle, or sick, or poor, however hard it may be to diminish your wants, it will be harder to augment your theans. If you are active and prosperous, or young, or in good health, it may be easier for you to augment your means than to diminish your wants. But if you are wise, you will do both at the same time, young or old, rich or poor, sick or well; and if you are very wise, you will do both in such a way as to augment the general happiness of society. Franklin. HAPPINESS or MISERY-Choice of.


the good man be in the right, he is eternally happy; if he mistakes, he is not miserable, he feels nothing. On the other side, if the wicked be in the right, he is not happy; if he mistakes, he is infinitely miserable. Must it not be a most manifest wrong judgment that does not presently see to which side in this case the preference is to be given? Locke.

HARLOT-Deadly Influence of the.
She weaves the winding-sheets of souls, and lays
Them in the urn of everlasting death. Pollok.

HARMONY-Sweetness of.
Then to the well-trod stage anon,
If Jonson's learned sock be on,
Or sweetest Shakspeare, fancy's child,
Warble his native wood-notes wild.
And ever against eating cares,
Lap me in soft Lydian airs,
Married to immortal verse;
Such as the meeting soul may pierce
In notes with many a winding bout
Of linked sweetness long drawn out.
With wanton heed and giddy cunning,
The melting voice through mazes running,
Untwisting all the charms that tie
The hidden soul of harmony,


HARVEST-Description of.

Soon as the morning trembles o'er the sky,
And, unperceived, unfolds the spreading day;
Before the ripen'd fields the reapers stand
In fair array, each by the lass he loves,
To bear the rougher part, and mitigate,
By nameless gentle offices, her toil.

At once they stoop, and swell the lusty sheaves;
While through their cheerful band the rural talk,
The rural scandal, and the rural jest,
Fly harmless, to deceive the tedious time,
And steal unfelt the sultry hours away.
Behind the master walks, builds up the shocks;
And, conscious, glancing oft on every side
His sated eye, feels his heart heave with joy.

He that will allow exquisite and endless happiness to be but the possible consequence of a good life here, and the contrary state the possible reward of a bad one, must own himself to judge very much amiss, if he does not conclude that a virtuous life, with the certain

expectation of everlasting bliss which may come, is to be preferred to a vicious one, with the fear of that dreadful state of misery, which it is very possible may overtake the guilty, or at best the terrible uncertain hope of annibilation. This is evidently so, though the virtuous life here had nothing but pain, and the vicious, continual pleasure; which yet is for the most part quite otherwise, and wicked men have not much the odds to brag of, even in their present possession: nay, all things rightly considered, have, I think, the worse

The plump wain at even

in sheaves.


part here. But when infinite happiness is put Bringing home four months' sunshine bound in one scale, against infinite misery in the other, if the worst that comes to the pious man, if he mistakes, be the best that the wicked attain to, if he be in the right, who can without madness run the venture? Who in his wits would choose to come within a possibility of infinite misery, which if he miss there is yet nothing to be got by that hazard? whereas, on the other side, the sober man ventures nothing against infinite happiness to be got, if his expectation comes to pass. If

HASTE-necessary at Times.
Haste is needful in a desperate case.



Haste and rashnesse are storms and tempests, breaking and wrecking businesse; but nimblenesse is a full fair wind, blowing it with speed to the haven. Fuller

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