The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1857-09-29

i ANU mrs. Il ltIncrDcft iOOkcu OUT OF ncl
carriage window, and bowed so patrouizing.
ly on us that it made my blood boil
'Bahp
Il Was so provoked
j. You were confounded fool, Mrs. Spin
dlep replied be cody.
'Humph! That is just like you Instead
of sympathizing with me in my trials, you
call me FOOL
Il suppose l am; but can't you keep a
carriage. 1t will not cost much
Il can't afford it,
yes you can, Spindle. Only th nix of the
Fitzherberts. don't believe they aic any
richer than we are.'
'At the rate We have lived the past year,
our fortune ms you call 1t, will be all spent in
! five years
But we don't have anything like other
people. Our last party was positively mean,
compared with the Fitzhcrberts and Fitzmor-
ses.'
Very likely
'And we keep but three servants
No: only three for two of us
What stupid fellow Spindle was -
He talked more like an old farmer than
retired gentleman, living on his income.
Mrs. Spindle thought SO, but she had not
the courage to say it,
Besides, we have no country house.
'And shall not have
Bah
And so Mrs. Spindle ran on,' till she
had nothing.-Shc began to feel positively
unhappy, in view of numerous unsatisfed
wants, and invoked sundry maledictions on
the head of her husbands deceased uncle be-
caused he had not left all his fortune to them.
A few months more passed on and Mrs.
Spindle was miserable She had found out
they were Only second rate folks, and poor
Spindle, conscious that they were living be-
yond their means, spending double their in
come, was tormented by continued repinngs
at the hardness Of their lot.
'If We only had u carriage began Mrs.
Spindle one day
Il am going to buy farm in the country,
replied Spindle.
That will be delightful l have so lon
gcd for a country house"
Il shall sell this
What" exclaimed Mrs. Spindle, aghast.
Sell this, and move out of the city,
But i'll the winter
we will live in the country.
'Horrible'
Horrible, but true. am tired Of this
kind of life. Spending double my income,
and tired all day long for the want of some
thing TO do
'But shall be miserable in the country.
You are here replied Spindle, firmly.
you can't be worse of than you are now.'
Mrs. Spindle wcpt and begged; but her
husband was firm as the rock of Gibraltar.
He had a very clearly defined idea Of n hap
py homo in tho country. AS ID was, no was-
wasting his substance in riotous living His
wife was determined to be miserable under
any cicumsianccs, aud she had lost her in
nucnce over him--she had grumblcd it away.
Spindle soll his city house, and purchased
a finc place in vllagc about ten miles from
the city. Ills wife glumhed but he paid no
attention to il. In the country he found a.
bundnnt means Of employing his time, and
was as happy as his wifc's unfortunate dispo-
silion would permit him to be.
But Mrs. Spindle found at the end Of the
year that sho was ono of tie lions of the
place, that she was lady cf influence; and
she became, in some degree Ieconeed to her
sad fate. Yet she was Disconnected; and if
she ever gets TO heaven she will be sure to
grumble at the accommodations.
The moral of our story is, that they who
arc discontented in one sphere will be just as
discontcnted in another-the star is just rs
far from the top Of Beacon Hill rs from tho
pool Of Poverty Hollow.