The Lambertville press., 1859-08-18
M lstGll i u { o 1t s,
Take Exercise.

Do you hear, you cross grained, lazy dyspep-
tic J? take exercise We firmly believe that ma
ny case of chronic ugliness might be cured
through the means of this invaluable agent
Your blood is stagnant, and do you want to
know how this affects you? Take microscope
and look over to yonder pool Day after day,
week after week, it has been standing there
What do you see green scum, yellow scum,
worms, tadpoles, spiders and creeping things in
Vulnerable while the smell-but we won't men
tion that. Now come on this side; here is run
ming water Beneath it the sand is clear and
bright; no insects infest it-no scum breeds
sun lights its depths. How fresh and clear and
beautiful it is imparting life, loveliness and
health But you. 0, apathetic grumblers and
long faced sensualist you are the standing pool
full of corruption. Get up and shake off your
sloth Send that dead, black blood, through
the chanels of your body ; let it come up to your
sallow cheeks in red waves let it tingle in your
temples, smoothing out the wrinkles there.
Take exercise, you silly girl lounging about
with the headache and the neuralgia, and the
heart disease. See how your face glows at the
mention of a ball with what alacrity you go to
your dressmaker How fresh you are for shop
ping !! but these things over, and the stupid lol
the fretful SIGH the eternal complaining goes its
round again. Do you know how much enjoy
ment you lose Hear Betty singing in the
kitchen. Coarse, ungraceful ignorant as she
is, God looks upon her with more favor than
upon you. She is filling up the measure of her
life; you are wasting yours She is living for
something doing good to somebody you are
running yourself, soul and body, and living to
the injury Of those around you. Yes, you injure
them by your ungracous words, your repinings,
your moody frowns; you live not only to do no
good but to do positive injury. What is hea-
ven to you? What are the blue glad skies, the,
green trees, the wild, dancing winds, the fra
great flowers to such as you ? Yonr mind is
blank-your society a, vacuum. Take exercise.
Exercise not only your own limbs, but the affec
tions and the principles God has given you
Set yourself to work to make the household hap
py. Take portion of care from somebody -
Do some Office that will call for self-denial and
little trouble Don't scruple to put aside
some darling plan to accommodate Others Don't
come down to your death bed to feel that you
are going before all heaven to be called an un-
faithful steward. Happiness, like every other
good, must be sought for. Some people, to be
sure, are born like the visits of the angels, few
and far between, and always monopolized EN-
ulate them they are sent for patterns and with
some effort you can Gull as many flowers and
catch as many sunbeams as they.
Did you ever spring upon the back Of, "a fleet
steed just as the day sent its rosy flush over the
brow of the hills? If 50, you know the delight,
the keen enjoyment such exercise affords. The
lungs take their fill of the pure morning air, and
rise and fall unrestricted by walls and steam and
air-tights and furnaces The blood tingles along
the veins and calls the nerves up for frolic; the
chest expands, the cheeks glow, the lips part,
and echoing peals of laughter ring from their
rosy portals And so a walk at the same hour,
though not quite exhilarating, is quite as full
Of a similar pleasure The winds play more
gently, the pulses are quieter; there is more
room for meditation, the laugh is changed to
smile, the glow Of the blood is more equal but
the wonders of nauture come more Immediately
under observation. Here is gentle violet there
a crowned tuft of grass or moss here some OBJ
ject claims sympathy there another, admiration.
| The still dwellings afford chance for specula-
ton; you wonder if there, where the blinds are
shut and the curtain is down, death regns, or
sickness distracts. You ask yourself whether
the sweet face that you meet is bride or maiden.
You come to some old homestead and wonder
how many years have stolen over its venerable
front, how many collins have been carried from
its antique parlors. During the walk, the mind
is busy, and the limbs are not idle One lays
in fresh stock Of air and sunlight and happiness
and returns home not to nope, to murmur and
distress the household generally.
Ho all ye durepining mortals come ye to