No. 6 (Saturday, 7 April 1750)
“[T]he fountain of content must spring up in the mind.”
The Explorers of Happiness were stymied. In vain had they sailed the world searching for the Fountain of Content. It seemed that every time they settled somewhere, the Fountain of Content lurked just beyond the horizon, and whenever they were on the road or open sea it called to them from their reminiscences of home.
Finally, they had the felicitous idea of drilling into their crania.
And, Lo! The Land of the Content* is inhabited by people with derricks sticking from their skulls.
*At least the permanent, drooling grin makes the casual observer think so.