The Art of Amusing

<p>Perhaps one of the great social faults of the American is that he does not amuse himself enough at least in a cheerful innocent manner. We are never jolly. We are terribly troubled about our dignity. All other nations the French the German the Italian and even the dull English have their relaxation their merry-making; but we-why a political or prayer-meeting is about the most hilarious affair in which we ever indulge.</p><p> </p><p>The French peasant has his ducas almost every week when in some rustic orchard lighted with variegated lamps ornamented with showy booths he dances the merry hours away with Pauline and Josephine or sips his glass of wine with the chosen of his heart in a canvas cabaret whilst the music of a band and the voices of a hundred merry laughers regale his ears. He has too numberless f��tes which he celebrates with masquerades and other undignified kinds of jollification.</p><p> </p><p>At these entertainments all are welcome high and low and all conduct themselves with a politeness worthy of our best society only more. We the writer of this have often and often danced at these bals champ��tres with a hired girl a cook or a nurse for our partner. Does it not sound plebeian?</p><p> </p><p>The Germans enjoy endless festivals and gift periods when they have the meanness to offer each other little presents that an't worth more than two or three cents; but they are tokens of love and kindness which make them all feel better and happier.</p><p> </p><p> Then our grumpy friend John Bull has his free-and-easies and his cosy tavern parlor-meetings and song-singings and his dinner-parties and his tea-fights at which latter be the host rich or poor you will get a good cup of tea and tender muffins and buttered toast and cake and shrimps and fresh radishes and Scotch marmalade or similar delicacies.</p>