O blessed health! cried my father, making an exclamation, as he turned over the leaves to the next chapter, thou art above all gold and treasure; 'tis thou who enlargest the soul, --and openest all its powers to receive instruction and to relish virtue. --He that has thee, has little more to wish for; --and he that is so wretched as to want thee, --wants everything with thee.

'O blessed health!' exclaimed my father, as he turned to the next chapter, 'thou art above all gold and treasure; 'tis thou who enlargest the soul, ready to receive instruction and to relish virtue. He that has thee, has little more to wish for. 