Plymouth banner., 1853-08-11
The Nan Retired from Business.

tlc lluu hC!iTtu iTUIn DuNilirM,
Almost every man sets out in life with
the determination, when certain sum
has been accumu! ateG, to retire from the
cares OF business, and enjoy the balance
Of his days 'otiuns cum dignitats." Wis
ions of sunny farms and rural retreats are
ever before him; but, unfortunately, few
men have the courage, when the required
sum has been obtained, to be content and
retire. In the course of years. new tastes
have been acquired. and new wants add
ed to the humble catalogue with which
he commenced life. The rural retrea, has
become a suburban residence, with coach
houses. stables, &C., and few thousands
more have become necessary. So he goes
toi!ing OIL, his mbition widening and ex-
tending as he pushes and urges his way
on TO competence and fortune. During
all this time he forges that he is growing
oideF-that his capacity for enjoyment is
getting more contracted every day--ihat
tirmed in business life. so that when he
does muster up the firmness to yield his
place In the busi ness world TO Younger
men, he is about as unhappy mortal as
one could meet on summers day.
Ii IS related of tallow chandler OF
London. who had accumulated fortune
and retired to his villa. that time hung
so heavy upon his hands that he used 10
have melting day once week. and make
his own candles, for amusement. He
had probably neglected through his life
TO lay in store Of knowledge, 10 cult
vate a taste for reading, or otherwise pre-
pare his mind as we'll as his pocket for
great objec; had been TO make enough to
retire. without careing to provide some
thing TO retire with.
Tha: man alone can hope to enjoy
pleasant leisure in the evening of bis
days. who has intellectual means of en-
jo!ment always at command. He must.
Or should, be satisfied with comfortable
independence. and leave the cares of bus
mess III the meridian of life-if he can
before ne becomes so thoroughly ha bitua-
ted 10 a certain routine, 10 deyiate from
which. or TO leave instead OF comfort or
happiness, would only make him misera
Bile and discon,ented. IN. o. Delta
The LITTLE CHILD SoLILooUY.-Wish
my mamma would please keep me warm.
Ny little bare legs are very cold with
these lace ruffles; they are no; half as lice
as black Jims wooden stockings. Wish
had little pair of warm rubbers; wish
| had long sleeved apron, for bare neck
and arms; wish | might dash my curls out
of my eyes. or have them cut off. Wish
my dress would stay up on my shoulders,
and that it was not toe nice for me 10
get on the floor 10 play nine pins. Wish
my mamma would 60 to walk with me
sometimes. instead of Betty. Wish she
would let me lay my cheek TO iers. if
would not tumble her curs on her collar. |
Wish she would not promise me some.
thing very nice" always forgets all
bout it. Wish she would answer my
questions. and not always say. Don't
bore me. Freddy" Wish when we go
out in the country. she wouldn't make me
wear my gloves lest | should tan my
h. Inds. Wish she would not tell me that |
all the pretty flowers will "poisen me-
wish could tumble on the bay; and go |
into the barn and see how Dobbin eats
his supper. Wish | was one of those
little fritby pigs. Wish l could make
pretty dirt pies. Wish there was not
bit of lace. or satin. or silk in the world.
Wish | knew what makes mamma look
SO smiling at aunt Enims's children. (who
come in their papa S carriage and SO very
cross at my poor little cousins. whose
mother works so hard. and cries so much.
Wish knew what makes the clouds stay
up in the sky. and where .he stars 60 in
The daytime. Wish ! could 60 over that
hill, where the bright sun is going down.
md just touch it with my finger. Wish
didn', keep thinking of things that puz
lied me. when nobody will stop TO tell
ne The reason for anything. If ask Bet
y. she saws. Don't be fool, Master
Freddy" | wonder if | am a fool?
wonder if Betty knows much herself?
wonder why mamma don't love her own
title boy? | wonder when I'm grown a
nan, If shall have to look so nice all
he time, and be SO tired Of doing moth
ng? FANNY FERN.
The Poor Mans Music,