It is a delicious moment, certainly, that of being well-nestled in bed and feeling that you shall drop gently to sleep. The good is to come, not past; the limbs are tired enough to render the remaining in one posture delightful; the labor of the day is gone.
Whatever evil befalls us, we ought to ask ourselves how we can turn it into good. So shall we take occasion, from one bitter root, to raise perhaps many flowers.
