the following thoughts, my dear children, are those of an affectionate father going out of life, to those he most loves, who are coming forward in it. i am perfectly aware, that nothing but time can impart all the dear bought instruction of experience. upon innumerable questions, that relate to life, you will receive efficient teaching only by reaping the fruit of your own errors. but one who has preceded you on the journey, who has listened to the impressive oracles of years, may impart some aid if you will listen with docility, to enable you to anticipate the lessons of experimental acquaintance with the world. in what i am about to write, i trust i may bring you this aid. as you embark on the uncertain voyage, i cannot but hope, that your filial piety will incline you to a frequent recurrence to the parental chart. you are aware, that circumstances have brought me into contact with all conditions, and into a view of all the aspects of life. i ought, therefore, to be qualified to impart useful lessons upon the evils and dangers of inexperience. you, at least, will not see[2] assumption in such lessons, when they result from the remembrance of my own errors. you may consider what follows, whether it be my own remarks, or what i have adopted from others, as the gleanings of experimental instruction, from what i have myself seen, felt, suffered, or enjoyed; and as my comments upon the influence, which my election of alternatives has had, upon the amount of my own enjoyment or suffering.

you will find enough who are ready to inspire you with indifference or disdain for such counsels. they will indolently, and yet confidently, assure you, that the theoretical discussion of the pursuit of happiness is, of all visionary investigations, the most profitless and inapplicable; that lecture, write, preach as we may, the future will be, perhaps ought to be, as the past; that the world is always growing older, without ever growing wiser; and that men are evidently no more successful in their search after happiness now, than in the remotest periods of recorded history. they will affirm that man has always been the sport of accident, the slave of his passions, the creature of circumstances; that it is useless to reason, vain to consult rules, imbecile to surrender independence, to follow the guidance of those who assume to be wise, or receive instruction from those who have been taught by years. they will allege the utter inefficacy of the lights of reason, philosophy, and religion, judging from the little illumination, which they have hitherto shed upon the paths of life. on the same ground, and from the same reasonings, they might declaim against every attempt, in every form to render the world wiser and happier. with equal propriety they might say, ‘close the pulpit, silence the press, cease from[3] parental discipline, moral suasion, and the training of education. do what you will, the world will go on as before.’ who does not see the absurdity of such language? because we cannot do everything, shall we do nothing? because the million float towards the invisible future without any pole star, or guided only by the presumption of general opinion, is it proof conclusive that none have been rendered happier in consequence of having followed wiser guidance, and pursued happiness by system?

such is the practical creed of the great mass, with whom you will be associated in life. i, on the contrary, think entirely with the french philosopher, whose precepts you are about to read, that this general persuasion is palpably false and fatal; that much suffering may be avoided, and much enjoyment obtained by following rules, and pursuing happiness by system; that i have had the fortune to meet with numbers, who were visible proofs that men may learn how to be happy. i am confident that the far greater portion of human suffering is of our own procuring, the result of ignorance and mistaken views, and that it is a superfluous and unnecessary mixture of bitterness in the cup of human life. i firmly believe that the greater number of deaths, instead of being the result of specific diseases, to which they are attributed, are really caused by a series of imperceptible malign influences, springing from corroding cares, griefs, and disappointments. to say, that more than half of the human race die of sorrow, and a broken heart, or in some way fall victims to their passions, may seem like advancing a revolting doctrine; but it is, nevertheless, in my mind, a simple truth.

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we do not see the operations of grief upon some one or all the countless frail and delicate constituents of human life. but if physiology could look through the infinitely complicated web of our structure with the power of the solar microscope, it would behold every chagrin searing some nerve, paralyzing the action of some organ, or closing some capillary; and that every sigh draws its drop of life blood from the heart. nature is slow in resenting her injuries; but the memory of them is indelibly impressed, and treasured up for a late, but certain revenge. nervousness, lowness of spirits, headache, and all the countless train of morbid and deranged corporeal and mental action, are, at once, the cause and the effect of sorrow and anxiety, increased by a constant series of action and reaction. thought and care become impressed upon the brow. the bland essence of cheerfulness evaporates. the head becomes shorn of its locks; and the frosts of winter gather on the temples. these concurrent influences silently sap the stamina of life; until, aided by some adventitious circumstance, which we call cold, fever, epidemic, dyspepsia—death lays his hand upon the frame that by the sorrows and cares of life was prepared for his dread office. the bills of mortality assign a name to the mortal disease different from the true one.

cheerfulness and equanimity are about the only traits that have invariably marked the life of those who have lived to extreme old age. nothing is more clearly settled by experience, than that grief acts as a slow poison, not only in the immediate infliction of pain, but in gradually impairing the powers of life, and in subtracting from the sum of our days.

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if, then, by any process of instruction, discipline and mental force, we can influence our circumstances, banish grief and create cheerfulness, we can, in the same degree, reduce rules, for the pursuit of happiness, to a system; and make that system a matter of science. can we not do this? the very million who deride the idea of seeking for enjoyment through the medium of instruction, unconsciously exercise the power in question to a certain extent—though not to the extent, of which they are capable. all those wise individuals, who have travelled with equanimity and cheerfulness through the diversified scenes of life, making the most of its good, and the least of its evils, bear a general testimony to the truth of this fact. we find in them a conviction that they had such power, and a force of character that enabled them to act according to their convictions.

no person deserves the name of a philosopher, who is not wise in relation to the great purpose of life. in the same proportion, then, as i convince you, that by our own voluntary, physical and mental discipline, we can act upon circumstances, and influence our temperament, and thus bear directly upon our happiness, i shall be able to stir up your powers, and call forth your energy of character, to apply that discipline in your own case. in the same proportion i shall be instrumental in training you to the highest exercise of your reason, and the attainment of true philosophy.

the elements upon which you are to operate, are your circumstances, habits, and modes of thinking and acting. the philosopher of circumstances[a] denies that[6] you can act upon these. but, by his unwearied efforts to propagate his system, he proves, that he does not himself act upon his avowed convictions. the impulse of all our actions from birth to death, the spring of all our movements is a conviction, that we can alter and improve our condition. we have a consciousness stronger than our reason, that we can control our circumstances. we can change our regimen and habits; and by patience and perseverance, even our temperament. every one can cite innumerable and most melancholy instances of those who have done it for evil. the habit of indulging in opium, tobacco, ardent spirits, or any of the pernicious narcotics, soon reduces the physical and mental constitution to that temperament, in which these stimulants are felt to be necessary. a corresponding change is produced in the mind and disposition. the frequent and regular use of medicine, though it may have been wholly necessary at first, finally becomes an inveterate habit. no phenomenon of physiology is more striking, than the facility with which the human constitution immediately commences a conformity to whatsoever change of circumstances, as of climate, habit, or aliment, we impose upon it. it is a most impressive proof, that the creator has formed man capable of becoming the creature of all climates and conditions.

if we may change our temperament both of body and mind for evil, as innumerable examples prove that we may, why not as easily for good? our habits certainly are under our control; and our modes of thinking, however little the process may have been explained, are, in some way, shaped by our voluntary discipline. we have high powers of self-command, as every one who has made[7] the effort to exercise them, must be conscious. we have inexhaustible moral force for self-direction, if we will only recognise and exert it. we owe most of our disgusts and disappointments, our corroding passions and unreasonable desires, our fretfulness, gloom and self-torment, neither to nature nor fate; but to ourselves, and our reckless indifference to those rules, that ought to guide our pursuit of happiness. let a higher education and a truer wisdom disenthral us from our passions, and dispel the mists of opinion and silence the authority of example. let us commence the pursuit of happiness on the right course, and seek it where alone it is to be found. equanimity and moderation will shed their mild radiance upon our enjoyments; and in our reverses we shall summon resignation and force of character; and, according to the sublime ancient maxim, we shall become masters of events and of ourselves.

i am sensible that there will always be a sufficient number of those, deemed philosophers, who, notwithstanding their rules, have wandered far from their aim. such there will always be, so long as there are stirring passions within or hidden dangers around us; and there will be shipwrecks, so long as human cupidity and ambition tempt self-confident and unskilful mariners upon the fickle and tumultuous bosom of the ocean. but is this proof that a disciplined pilot would not be most likely to make the voyage in safety, or that the study of navigation is useless?

my affectionate desire is, to draw your attention to those moral resources which your creator has placed at your command. how many millions have floated down the current in the indolent supineness of inactivity, who,[8] had they been aware of their internal means of active resistance, would have risen above the pressure of their circumstances! who can deny, that there is a manifest difference, even as things now are, between the moral courage of action and endurance, put forth by a disciplined and reflecting mind, possessing force of character, and the stupid and passive abandonment, with which a savage meets pain and death?

may you speed on your voyage under the influence of the lucida sidera, or, in higher phrase, may providence be your guide.