nerveless grasp, and forget to balance the good gifts granted, against the seeming evil permitted.
Those who have no highly exciting joys, and yet no heavy griefs, often lose the sense of priceless blessings, in the stupefying movement of a monotonous existence.
Those upon whose heads the golden rays of prosperity descend in unbroken floods, who have few wishes, and no needs, ungratified, are frequently less cognizant than all others of the opulent store of benefits poured out upon them.
Yet can any of us call to mind a single being so superlatively miserable that in his saddest past, most sorrowful present, most menacing future, he can count up no blessings which demand the uncostly, quiescent, easy gratitude of mere recognition?
It is a heart-expanding practice, daily to sit down and ponder over, and sum up, the manifest blessings which have been accorded us, and which we could not unmurmuringly forego. How great will even those who cry out that they have received few, or none, find their allotted share! Try the experiment, doubter, and see if this be not so!
That which we would miss, if we did not possess, that which we would find fault if we were deprived of, that which we enjoy, even though unconsciously, justice commands us to class under the head of blessings. Instance a few of the least
