The Cheerful Clan
ure, and courageous enough to mock at it. When Jane Austen wrote to her sister that she did not have a very good time at a party, because men were disposed not to ask her to dance until they could not help it, she did more than make Cassandra smile; she won her way into the hearts of readers for whom that letter was not meant. We know the "radiant" people to whom all occasions are enjoyable, who intimate—with some skill, I confess—that they carry mirth and gaiety in their wake. They are capable of describing a Thanksgiving family dinner as mirthful because they were participants. Not content with a general profession of pleasure in living, "which is all," says Mr. Henry Adams, "that the highest rules of good breeding should ask," they insist upon the delightfulness of a downcast world, and they offer their personal sentiments as proof.
Dr. Johnson's sputtering rage at the
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