“It is right to think deeply,” said the revered adviser, “but one must think rightly, also.  You must not look out upon the world, from the darkened corners of your soul, or the hue is transferred to all things which your glance falls upon.  Take the torch of truth and heavenly charity to chase away the dimness within you, then powerful changes will be wrought in your vision.  You will begin to regard your fellow man with new feelings of interest.  I am a plain and blunt old man, Alfred, but you know that my only desire is for your good; so bear with my remarks if they be unpalatable.”

“Certainly, sir, I value frankness before flattery.”

“You may say that you have never been perfectly happy continued the old gentleman; “that is neither strange nor uncommon, for I have met with few thoughtful persons of your years, who, upon close reflection, could say that their souls could desire no more than had been granted to them.  You must seek for resignation, not entire bliss upon earth, although it is possible that you may enjoy it for a season.”

“Why is joy so transitory and unquiet so lasting?” demanded the young man impatiently.

“The fault is not in the transitoriness of the joy, but in the very soul itself,—­it is in a state of disorder; its nature must be changed before it can receive for ever only the image of gladness.  In a chaos of the elements, can a smiling sky be always seen?  Lay asleep all unruly elements in the spirit, and a pure heaven of brightness will then greet the uplifted glance.”

“But how can all this be done, grandfather? hath unruly elements do you speak of?  What can I do; for instance?  I certainly am willing and glad to see my kind happy—­if my soul be in disorder, I do not know in what it consists, or how to bring it to order.  I am weary of its unsatisfied desires; it is, continually in search of something which it has never caught sight of,—­and the fear, that that unknown, yet powerfully desired something may never come to quench my thirst, falls with the coldness of death upon my bosom.”

“That something may be found by every human being, if sought for in the right way.  Those yearnings are not given us, that they may fall back and wither the fountain from which they spring.  But the question is, do we seek for happiness in the right way?  Do we not rather ask for an impossibility, when we ask for permanent bliss, before we have laid a foundation in our souls for it?  You wish to take this life too easy by far, my son; rouse up all your strength, look around you with the keenness of a resolved spirit, and seek to regenerate your whole being,—­let that be your object, and let the desire for happiness be subservient to it.  You will clasp joy to your, breast, as an everlasting gift, at the end of the race.  What are your aims and objects?  You hardly know; you are in pursuit of that which flees, before you as a shadow, and your restless spirit sinks and murmurs,—­you