Smyrna times., 1860-05-17
The Blues Cured.

Morning. Dismal, how do you do, and how
Is that sunshiny wife of yours ~
/" Good morning to you, brother CHEEKY
Thank you, have been quite poorly lately, and
do fear never will get rid of this heaviness
about my head which makes me feel as if it
weighed ten thousand pounds"
j" Why, Dismal, was just thinking you look
ed better than had ever seen you. Why man,
l was about to accuse you of reddening your
cheeks with dram or two, ha ha they look
SO bloomy this morning. Aud your wife, Su-
san; | saw her chatting and making merry with
my Mary, and swear if neither of US were
married, and never had once seen my Mary,
Id make love to her before midday. | would,
sure"
"Ah, yes, Susan is light spirited, and don't
know what sorrow is. She has not that depth
of feeling what can sympathize with me in my
sufterings. She is even so cruel as to laugh at
my sorrows, and to tell me it is all imagina-
tion."
.Good gracious, Dismal she is not SO bad
as that, is shei Why. she looks like one whose
every action is the impulse of kindness. She
loves yea, too, tenderly; and yet to treat you
so cruely to laugh at you when your heart is
bowed with grief, and you are mourning in spir-
it over the death of your dear father. 1t is not
womanly, it is not kind !"
"Brother CHEEKY, you speak hastily. My
father is not dead! have lost no friend; and
j. had. sir, Susan is the last who would be so
heartless as to make sport of my affiictions.-
Be more circumspect in your language, sir, if
you please" al
y" Dismal, did not mean to hurt your feel
ings. spoke from the heart, and stilfthink
that no woman of good feelings would make
sport of her husbands griefs. TO laugh at you,
to mock the seriousness induced by the vain
effort to save something from The wreck Of your
fallen fortunes, is not wemanly, and your wlfe's
angel face bellies her nature !"
"Brother CHEEKY, you are a fool, sir you are
meddling where you have no business, sir and
l can inform you, sir, my fortune is not wreck
ed my father is not dead nothing is gone
wrong, Dir, and if such were the case, Susan,
my wife, is not woman TO jeer at il, sir ~
e Ha ha well, Dismal, you'll do, you will.
To go mourning about, to sniffie and complain
constantly always moaning, as if you had just
lost your best friend; to say your wife
laughs at yonr grieving; and then TO be very
anxious TO wiring my neck, because spoke OF
such behavior ss it deserved. But, above all,
to tell me nothing has gone wrong, that you
have cause for complaint is quite laugha-
Bile affair, declare, and | don't wonder at Su.
sans making fun of you. Hal ha ha who ID
the fool, Dismal Think upon the matter
see your behavior in its true light. What good
does all your downheartedness do tell you
you are fool, and you are mean, too. A fool
because you are making sorrow for YOURSELF
You become SO accustomed TO complaining thai
Iyou are continually finding grief, where ancth
er would see the sunshine Youveil your hear
with the shadow of imaginary sorrows, till il il
difficult for the light to steal in. You close
your cars to laughter and joyful sounds, Ill
every sight of the breeze brings only the vail
of the sorrowfll to your hearing, while th'
songs of the happy. fresh gurglIDg from th'
{ fountains of pure hearts, pass unheeded by
i Your heart is like dark blossom, which alb
serbs only the dark hues Of the suns rays. Yol
are foolish, and you are also mean; for wha
can be more purely selfish than TO darken you
J friends happiness, because you yourself ar,
sad What nleaner than TO be continual,
throwing into the faces Of other people you
own wretchednass, TO barren spot amid th
Paradise of their bliss! You can't be happ
J yourself, and like the dog in the manger, yo
mean that nobody else shall. Think upon
Dismal, and you win always try to look happy
anyway, for others benefit, and believe me, yo
viii grow happier and healthier every day."