“Look a little pleasanter!” she commanded; and a calm and radiant smile diffused itself over the face.

Her neighbors, as the writer of this story has said, soon remarked the change that had come over her face:  “Why, Mrs. A., you are getting young.  How do you manage it?”

“It is almost all done from the inside.  You just brighten up inside and feel pleasant.”

    “Fate served me meanly, but I looked at her and laughed,
    That none might know how bitter was the cup I quaffed. 
    Along came Joy and paused beside me where I sat,
    Saying, ‘I came to see what you were laughing at.’”

Every emotion tends to sculpture the body into beauty or into ugliness. Worrying, fretting, unbridled passions, petulance, discontent, every dishonest act, every falsehood, every feeling of envy, jealousy, fear,—­each has its effect on the system, and acts deleteriously like a poison or a deformer of the body.  Professor James of Harvard, an expert in the mental sciences, says, “Every small stroke of virtue or vice leaves its ever so little scar.  Nothing we ever do is, in strict literalness, wiped out.” The way to be beautiful without is to be beautiful within.

WORTH FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS.

It is related that Dwight L. Moody once offered to his Northfield pupils a prize of five hundred dollars for the best thought.  This took the prize:  “Men grumble because God put thorns with roses; wouldn’t it be better to thank God that he put roses with thorns?”

We win half the battle when we make up our minds to take the world as we find it, including the thorns.  “It is,” says Fontenelle, “a great obstacle to happiness to expect too much.”  This is what happens in real life.  Watch Edison.  He makes the most expensive experiments throughout a long period of time, and he expects to make them, and he never worries because he does not succeed the first time.

“I cannot but think,” says Sir John Lubbock, “that the world would be better and brighter if our teachers would dwell on the duty of happiness as well as on the happiness of duty.”

Oliver Wendell Holmes, in advanced years, acknowledged his debt of gratitude to the nurse of his childhood, who studiously taught him to ignore unpleasant incidents.  If he stubbed his toe, or skinned his knee, or bumped his nose, his nurse would never permit his mind to dwell upon the temporary pain, but claimed his attention for some pretty object, or charming story, or happy reminiscence.  To her, he said, he was largely indebted for the sunshine of a long life.  It is a lesson which is easily mastered in childhood, but seldom to be learned in middle life, and never in old age.

“When I was a boy,” says another author, “I was consoled for cutting my finger by having my attention called to the fact that I had not broken my arm; and when I got a cinder in my eye, I was expected to feel more comfortable because my cousin had lost his eye by an accident.”