The Bed-Book of Happiness

The Bed-Book of Happiness

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Title: The Bed-Book of Happiness
Author: Harold Begbie
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"A GATHERING OF HAPPINESS, A CONCENTRATION AND
COMBINATION OF PLEASANT DETAILS, A THRONG OF GLAD
FACES, A MUSTER OF ELATED HEARTS."
_CHARLOTTE BRONTË_

THE BED-BOOK OF HAPPINESS
Being a Colligation or Assemblage of Cheerful Writings brought
together from many quarters into this one compass for the diversion,
distraction, and delight of those who lie abed,--a friend to the invalid, a
companion to the sleepless, an excuse to the tired, by

HAROLD BEGBIE

HODDER AND STOUGHTON LONDON NEW YORK TORONTO

PRINTED IN 1914 BY HAZELL, WATSON AND VINEY, LD.,
LONDON AND AYLESBURY.

to SIR JESSE BOOT _If, in my pages, those who suffer find Such cheer
as warms your heart and lights your mind, Glad shall I be, but gladder,
prouder too, If this my book become a friend like you_.

RONDEL _BESIDE YOUR BED I COME TO STAY WITH MAGIC
MORE THAN HUMAN SKILL, MY PAGES RUN TO DO YOUR
WILL, MY COVERS KEEP YOUR CARES AWAY.
THE NURSE ARRIVES WITH LADEN TRAY, THE DOCTOR
CANCELS DRAUGHT AND PILL; BESIDE YOUR BED I COME
TO STAY WITH MAGIC MORE THAN HUMAN SKILL.
AND YOU THRO' FAERY LANDS WILL STRAY, AT
LAUGHTER'S FOUNTAIN DRINK YOUR FILL, FOR THO' YOUR
BODY CRY "I'M ILL!" YOUR MIND WILL DANCE FROM NIGHT
TO DAY. BESIDE YOUR BED I COME TO STAY WITH MAGIC
MORE THAN HUMAN SKILL_.

THE RENDERING OF THANKS
To Mr. Austin Dobson and his publishers, Messrs. Kegan Paul, Trench,
Trübner & Co., Ltd.
To Mr. R.A. Streatfeild, Mr. Henry Festing Jones, and Mr. A.C. Fifield,
the publisher, for permission to make use of "The Note Books of
Samuel Butler."
To Mr. W. Aldis Wright and Messrs. Macmillan for my quotations
from "The Letters of Edward FitzGerald."
To Mr. E.I. Carlyle, author of "The Life of William Cobbett."
To Sir Herbert Stephen and Messrs. Bowes & Bowes of Cambridge for
permission to include verses from the "Lapsus Calami" of J.K. Stephen.
To Mrs. Hole, Mr. G.A.B. Dewar, and Messrs. George Allen & Co., for
my quotations from Mr. Dewar's "The Letters of Samuel Reynolds

Hole."
To Messrs. Chatto & Windus for my extracts from the Works of Mark
Twain.
To Sir Isaac Pitman & Sons for permission to make a quotation from
"Mrs. Brookfield and her Circle."
To Messrs. Constable & Co. for my raid on the "Letters of T.E.
Brown."
To Messrs. George Bell & Son for the verses taken from C.S.
Calverley's "Fly Leaves."
To Mr. E.V. Lucas, prince of anthologists, for the liberal use I have
made of his "Life of Charles Lamb."
To Mr. G.K. Chesterton, and his publishers, Messrs. Methuen, Mr.
Duckworth, Mr. J.M. Dent, and Mr. John Lane.
To Messrs. Smith, Elder & Co. (_the owners of the copyright_) for
permission to include letters of Thackeray to Mrs. Brookfield.
To Messrs. Gibbings & Co. for my extracts from the admirable
translation of Sainte-Beuve.
And to all authors, living and dead, who have assembled in this place to
entertain the sick and the weary.
H.B.

FOREWORD
"It is worth," said Dr. Johnson, "a thousand pounds a year to have the
habit of looking on the bright side of things."
It is worth more than all money to have the capacity, the power, the
will to see the bright side of things, to possess the assurance that there
is a veritable and persisting bright side of things, when the mind is
gloomed by physical weakness and the heart is conscious only of
languor and distress. At such a dull time even a long-established habit
may desert us; with our faculties clouded and obscured we are tempted
to doubt the entire philosophy of our former life; we sink down into the
sheets of discomfort, and roll our heads restlessly on the pillow of
discontent; we almost extract a morbid satisfaction from the fuliginous
surrenderings of pessimism. Mrs. Gummidge at our bedside might be
as unwelcome as Eliphaz the Temanite, Bildad the Shuhite, or Zophar
the Naamathite; but there is a Widow in the soul of all men as mournful
and lugubrious as the tearful sister of Mr. Peggotty, and in our

weakness it is often this dismal