Some functions of life are inherent, given to us at birth, We have only to develop them, not to discover them. Of this kind are such functions as love and play. Experience perfects our play and our love in harmony with their fullest benefit to life in general. We need never worry—if we remain natural—about losing either of these faculties. But there are other functions in _life—chief among which is work—which, like the gold beneath the earth, must be sought for; and not until their possession is attained is their value realized.
Work is an acquired taste. Some acquire it by the force of relentless cireumstance—the struggle fur existence. Others acquire it by tradition, and yet others by choice. The average man who works is in the second class. The average woman who works is in the first. But the happiest man or woman belongs to the third class. Neither force nor habit can bring the contentment of choice. Force is cruel, habit is blind, but choice is joyous.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.