Cheerfulness as a Life Power | Page 3

who knew this woman well, and who wrote an account of the case for
a popular magazine, that at first her husband and children were amused at her, and while
they respected her determination because of the griefs she bore, they did not enter into the
spirit of the plan. "But after awhile," said this woman to me, with a smile, only yesterday,
"the funny part of the idea struck my husband, and he began to laugh every time we
spoke of it. And when he came home, he would ask me if I had had my 'regular laughs;'
and he would laugh when he asked the question, and again when I answered it. My
children, then very young, thought 'mamma's notion very queer,' but they laughed at it
just the same. Gradually, my children told other children, and they told their parents. My
husband spoke of it to our friends, and I rarely met one of them but he or she would laugh
and ask me, 'How many of your laughs have you had to-day?' Naturally, they laughed
when they asked, and of course that set me laughing. When I formed this apparently
strange habit I was weighed down with sorrow, and my rule simply lifted me out of it. I
had suffered the most acute indigestion; for years I have not known what it is. Headaches
were a daily dread; for over six years I have not had a single pain in the head. My home
seems different to me, and I feel a thousand times more interest in its work. My husband
is a changed man. My children are called 'the girls who are always laughing,' and,
altogether, my rule has proved an inspiration which has worked wonders."
The queen of fashion, however, says that we must never laugh out loud; but since the
same tyrannical mistress kills people by corsets, indulges in cosmetics, and is out all
night at dancing parties, and in China pinches up the women's feet, I place much less
confidence in her views upon the laugh cure for human woes. Yet in all civilized
countries it is a fundamental principle of refined manners not to be ill-timed and
unreasonably noisy and boisterous in mirth. One who is wise will never violate the
proprieties of well-bred people.
"Yet," says a wholesome writer upon health, "we should do something more than to
simply cultivate a cheerful, hopeful spirit,--we should cultivate a spirit of mirthfulness
that is not only easily pleased and smiling, but that indulges in hearty, hilarious laughter;
and if this faculty is not well marked in our organization we should cultivate it, being
well assured that hearty, body-shaking laughter will do us good."
Ordinary good looks depend on one's sense of humor,--"a merry heart maketh a cheerful
countenance." Joyfulness keeps the heart and face young. A good laugh makes us better
friends with ourselves and everybody around us, and puts us into closer touch with what
is best and brightest in our lot in life.
Physiology tells the story. The great sympathetic nerves are closely allied; and when one
set carries bad news to the head, the nerves reaching the stomach are affected, indigestion

comes on, and one's countenance becomes doleful. Laugh when you can; it is
A CHEAP MEDICINE.
Merriment is a philosophy not well understood. The eminent surgeon Chavasse says that
we ought to begin with the babies and train children to habits of mirth:--
"Encourage your child to be merry and laugh aloud; a good hearty laugh expands the
chest and makes the blood bound merrily along. Commend me to a good laugh,--not to a
little snickering laugh, but to one that will sound right through the house. It will not only
do your child good, but will be a benefit to all who hear, and be an important means of
driving the blues away from a dwelling. Merriment is very catching, and spreads in a
remarkable manner, few being able to resist its contagion. A hearty laugh is delightful
harmony; indeed, it is the best of all music." "Children without hilarity," says an eminent
author, "will never amount to much. Trees without blossoms will never bear fruit."
Hufeland, physician to the King of Prussia, commends the ancient custom of jesters at the
king's table, whose quips and cranks would keep the company in a roar.
Did not Lycurgus set up the god of laughter in the Spartan eating-halls? There is no table
sauce like laughter at meals. It is the great enemy of dyspepsia.
How wise are the words of the acute Chamfort, that the most completely lost of all days
is the one in which we have not laughed!
"A crown, for making the king laugh," was one of the items of expense which the
historian Hume found