rare. If the day is bright, the air is bracing, or balmy, are not those blessings? Do you not rebel when they are denied? If pleasant sleep has visited your pillow, is not that a blessing? Would you not have murmured if you had tossed on your couch all night in slumberless unrest? If you are free from mere bodily pain, is not that a blessing? Would you not complain if you suffered? If you are spared mental anguish, is not that a greater blessing? would you not make a piteous plaint if it had to be endured? If you have food and shelter for the day, and some hope of it for the morrow, are not those blessings? lacking them, would you not be wretched? If you have parents, or children, wife, husband, lover, friend, to make you rich in affection, is not love a blessing? would you not be miserably poor in spirit without? If you feel the refreshing charm of a good book, a noble poem, a delicious piece of music; if you have listened to an eloquent discourse that has made some grand truth clear to you; if you have enjoyed the society of a pure-hearted or intellectual person; if you have received a passing token of kindness from a friend, a letter from some beloved but absent one, a helpful admonition from some wise counsellor, are not those undeniable blessings, though such trivial, every-day occurrences? If you have been permitted to serve some needy brother, to comfort some suffering sister, or if you have simply accomplished the work which was set
