Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1848-06-23
MISCELLANEOUS.
Suicide.

Self-murder, by steel, lead, hemp, or poi.
son, is of rare occurrences, and we are moi
now going TO speak of it. But people muir.
der themselves iractionally /; they do not more
than half live, which amounts to half muir
der. We do not mean that they do not eat,
sleep and clotne themselves enough-these
are not living, only the means of living. A
person may apply all the means in the best
and most abundant style-doing, in fact, no.
thing else-and not live at all. He is a sort
of walking self-murderer. He may do so,
and be all the time the most anxious TO reach
old age-may die a thousand deaths in fear
ing one.
What a glorious thing life, in its %fulness,
is! The live man has great and various
plans-as various as his Notwithstanding
indefinitely into the future, on all of which
the minutes as they come find him at work
ioyfully, fearlessly at work. One part of all
his plan is, never TO be disappointed. An
other part is, to enjoy every thing in the uni
verse as it floats by him. Call on him, he
is glad to see you. Fool not TO be. How
heartily he shakes your hand. II there is
nothing very amiable in you, he makes some
thing so by his smile and hearty cheer. If
that case is hopeless, and he must hate, he
does it with his whole heart. He fights you
with a cordiality that convinces you that he
can love and his love is worth having. o
the cold, dull, discouraged, dead men that
walk our streets and NOPE in our counting
rooms They suspect every thing, confide
in nothing. One wonders they do not snuff
odt their little Pickering of life that remains.
To change the fgure-what an enormous
waste of manure for so small a crop Of life
Suicide begins with childhood. 1t is a
matter of education. Our youth are trained
TO 1t. The glad, outpouring sympathies of
the young, are checked, solemnized, murder
ed by melancholy moralizings. They are
all pronounced frivolous %vanities. The bios
SONS of present Joys are blasted by the chill
ing fears of future misery. All this under
the name of wisdom and prudence, forsooth
The great field of man is labor. And yet
on this field he dies mostly a perpetual death,
through the foolish notion that ii is not his
happiness, but his misery. He makes a cap
tive, a victim, an o~utcast, a slave of himself
all the while, though he should be a perfect
king.
Even life's angels, the bright browed young
men and the fair, glossy locked maidens, but
half live, through worry and care for the fu-
ture- for profession, settlement, business,
MISUNDERSTANDING to do their own work,
and trying to do Gods. There is not a young
man or woman in the opening bud of life
that might not, by the joyous and free expan-
sion of our glorious nature, the frank, I'M
trammelled flow of natural kindness, make a
heaven all around.
80, but | am tied behind the counter all day
to dull business, and the customers are such
awful bores!" Fancy them angels in dis
guise, try your most ~obliging and winning
ways upon them, and see what effect it will
have npon yourself. BE sure that your hea-
ven is to be made wherever you are, as you
go along, and you can make it, be you an APP
prentice or worker in a factory, or dry goods
shop. or a hard ware shop, or a cook shop, or
a printing office, or a book b~indery, or any
sort of trade, with pick axe or needle, or what
not. Be always glad to see and rejoice your
friends-and make friends of all you see.-
You can do it.-ChrOnOtype.