The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1857-09-29
THE FLEETING STAR.
he More we Have the More we Want.

The More we Have the More we Want.
'Oh dearp sighed Mrs. Spindle, as she seat
| ed herself in the comfortable littlc parlor in
which her husband was reading tho evening
papers.
| We say a comfortable parlor, for Mr.
! Spindle as yet was only a man of expecta-
tions. He was a clerk in a brokers' office on
thousand dollars salary-a sum which the
'old fogies, say was considered a for. tune when
they were boys; but that was a long time
ago, and the fashion of things has materially
changed.
Mrs. Spindle did not much think of a
thousand dollars. 1t was but meagre and
contemplate sum, and filled but very small
space in her calculations. In her estimation,
it would not purchase even the comforts of
life to say nothing of long list of luxuries
She did not live to her mind, and every
thing went wrong with her.
1t is true, that when Mr.. Spindle had been
the recipient of only four hundred year,
his lady had looked forward upon n thousand
dollars salary as the heighth of her wishes
She would not ask for more; and if she
could 90 to housekeeping in that nice, snug
little house in Narrow street, she could be rs
happy as princess. 1t was all she desired,
and she confidently assured her husband that
when they got the thousand dollars salary
and the snug little house, 'ho should see how
contented she would be.
The dream had been realized. They had
been in actual possession of the house in Mar
row street for more than year, and the
thosand dollars had been expended TO the
purchase of such luxuries as that sum would
procure.
The Transcendentalists and Others of the
modern Progressionists teach us that the wi
ser and better man becomes the greater
will be his capacity for further progress and
we have in our mind a very pretty allegory,
from the German, in which lite child goes
out to play, and sees a bright beautiful star,
twinkling beyond the distant hills. A de-
sire to visit this star takes possession of the
child, and he sets out on n pilgrimage to-
wards it, He reaches the hill from whose
summit lie had hoped to crafty his longings,
but the star seems Just as far off rs eyer.-
Again he pursues his weary way, now climb
ing mp the steep and rugged sides of the
mountain, and breasting the fierce storms, till
he reached the top of another hill; but still
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he pursued his pilgrimage, emblcmatic Of
the life below, going farther and farther, and
higher and higher, but never reaches the OBJ
ject of his ardent longings.
1t is very pretty story, and very fcrcibly
illustrates great truth and we commend it
to the attention of those who are not partic-
ularly given to Transcendentalism.
1t seems to us that the back track is in
every respect analogous--tbat man can
never get to the foot of the hill any moro
than lie can get at the top. However bad
he may become, he still thinks he is a tolera-
bly, respectable man, much better than three
fourths of earCh's purest saints.
Mrs. Spindle had a bright twinkling star
somewhere which she had seemed particular
ly desirous of reaching, but which was quite
as obstinate as that perverse star in the alle-
CORY. When she got at the top of one hill,
where the star--house in Narrow street and
thousand dollars salary-seemcd to nestle,
she found 1t WAS not there; and at this point
of her pilgrimage our story opens.
'Oh dear sighed she, throwing herself in
- cfIair
1t was deep, heavy sigh, and told of
world of trial and disappointment But Mr..
Spindle was not wholly unused to tho music
Of that dirge of faded hopes. Its bitter ca
dence had rung in his ears since the first
month Of his marriage; but he was patient
man, and strove TO bear with fortitude all tho
ills of this changeful life.
what is tho matter, my dearP he asked,
dropping the paper before his face, and CLAN
cling at the woe-begone countenance OF his
wife.
Mrs. Blount has Secn here this afternoon,
answered Mrs. Spindle, sadly.
is that all! was afraid you had the
toothache.'
| mo-
Mrs. Blount is well and happy l hopef
continued Spindle.
Yes; she has everything to cheer her up
and make her happy
Il am very glad to hear it. But, my dear,
you do not seem very happy tonight. Are
you sickv
NO
what ais you, thonr
Nothing
Il am glad to hear it, and Mr.. Spindle
thought he was perfectly satisfied that some
thing was the matter, was so provoking as TO
| drop the conversation, and turn his attention
to the paper again. u.
Mrs Blount had on an elegant new silk
Dress continued the lady, after while. Il
suppose sho came here on purpose TO show
it,
very likely, ! have known ladies TO be
guilty Of such weakness, replied Spindle
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