LOVE LIGHTENS TOIL.

Otago Witness, Issue 1418, 25 January 1879, Page 23

LOVE LIGHTENS TOIL.

How easy it is to work when we are happy ! How delightful, when we are happy, to woik for those we love ! A life of constant toil, merely for subsistence, is very hard and sad. No heart can bear it. The strain will break the courage and oour the temper of anybody. There must bo before tho worker some better reward than the supply of hio mere physical wants, or he will become a discontented being. He must work for love more than money, or he is miserable. The thought of loving hearts at home nerves the strong arm of the man at hia toil, and sends the warm blood tingling through hia heart. The wife, in her household labour, is happy thinking of the evening hour when she may sit down with her husband, and be rewarded by his companionship for all that during tha day she accomplished or endured for him and her little ones. She cares not how hard she works, so long as she is happy in him. She would, if need be, kill herself with hard labour for his sake, and not dream that she was dying. And ho, if a true man, would do the same for her. For what do warm, fond hearts know of how much they endure for each other ? " Why," say they, " the more the better. It is for love." What kitchen under ground, what back attic, seven storeys high, is dreary enough to darken the face of the maiden working to make ready for a lover's visit ? No one over saw a place that could do it. Under the excitement of love, especially of love requited, wonders of work, otherwise impossible, have been accomplished ; and so it will be again, and the worker hardly knows that he has been tasked.