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[Switalski <det...@me...>]

St had ended his narrative and was apparently sleeping in happy forgetfulness of his Texas speculation, succeeding pauses
of silence would come roars of laughter.
The remembrance of the humorous
tale banished sleep, and, even after slumber had fallen on us
all, fun still held possession of our dreams. For
Dick, starting from sleep in a nightmare
of hilarity, roared out: "_Luff her up, luff her up,

or the colonel is busted!_" Ay, ay, thank God for laughter. Thank him heartily and ever, dear friend, blow the winds, run the tides as they may. The sorrows of life may be many, and its griefs may be keen, and we who

are frosted with years and you who are blooming
have felt and will feel the sting of false
friends and the burden of losses; but, lose what we may, or be pained as we have been and shall be, we are happy in this,--we who know how to

laugh,--that we find wings for each
burden, solace for pains, and return for all losses, in our sweet sense of
humor, thank Heaven! So, whether rich men or poor, healthy or
sick, brown-headed or gray, we will go on like children, with eyes for all beauty and hearts for all fun. Let lilies teach us, and of the birds
of the air let us learn. The day that is not shall
not make us anxious, for of each day is the evil enough, and the morrow shall ta