I think, indeed,
a rational being must suffer in order to enjoy, after infancy."
"His eyes don't look as if they had been in training of any sort," said
I, without knowing what my words implied, till I saw the harsh
expression on Mr. Lewis's face.'
"I mean that they have a sort of undisciplined expression, as if he had
never been tamed by suffering or sorrow of any sort," said I.
"That sadness is the true human look," said the minister, "the look that
redeems us from the mere animal expression of enjoyment. It is the
stamp God puts on those He loves. He chastens them; after that, they are
no more servants, but sons of the house."
I saw by Mr. Lewis's eyes that he understood and felt this. Also, that
from his nature he bought his enjoyments every step of the way of life.
How differently his cousin laid hold on the cornucopia of enjoyment, and
covered himself with bountiful beauty, drinking in at every sense
pleasure! The former, as could be seen too, held his title to happiness
by the most uncertain tenure; the nervous quiver betraying, and the
sensitive blood witnessing, how keenly he felt and how dearly he paid
for every passing pleasure.
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