The whole year to them is a kind of perpetual spring.

Their blood runs briskly throughout.

Their spirits are kept almost constantly alive; and as the cares of the world occasion no drawback, they feel a perpetual disposition to cheerfulness and to mirth.

This disposition seems to be universal in them.

It seems too to be felt by us all; that is, the spring, enjoyed by youth, seems to operate as spring to maturer age.