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The Daily Dispatch: August 28, 1861., [Electronic resource] 2 0 Browse Search
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 15. 2 0 Browse Search
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 2. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier) 2 0 Browse Search
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 20. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 2 0 Browse Search
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1 2 0 Browse Search
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 3 2 0 Browse Search
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall) 2 0 Browse Search
Wendell Phillips, Theodore C. Pease, Speeches, Lectures and Letters of Wendell Phillips: Volume 2 2 0 Browse Search
John Harrison Wilson, The life of Charles Henry Dana 2 0 Browse Search
Charles Congdon, Tribune Essays: Leading Articles Contributing to the New York Tribune from 1857 to 1863. (ed. Horace Greeley) 2 0 Browse Search
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ost take the burden from the weary back; thou dost lay salve to the feet and cut by the flints and shorts, thou takest blood-making melancholy by the nose, and makest it grin despite itself; that all the sorrows of the past, the doubts of the future, confoundest in the joy of the present, that makest man truly philosophic, conqueror of himself and earth! What was talked of as the golden chain of Jove was nothing but a succession of laughs, a chro seals of merriment, reaching from earth to Olympus. It is not true that Prometheus state the fire, but the laughter of the gods, to our clay, and in the abundance of our merriment to make us reasonable creatures. "Have you ever considered what man would be, destitute of the ennobling faculty of laughter! Laughter is to the face of man what synovia, I think call it, is to his joints — it oils, lubricates, and makes the human counter once divine. Without it, our faces would have been rigid, hyena-like; the iniquities of our hearts,