Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1862-06-06

borne. You would think by their
looks, that they were smelling France,
Italy, England, all the way across the
Atlantic Ocean, and wishing that they
had wings to fly away and be at rest
It is this class of persons that generally
cry 80, dear! o, dear, we have the
blues. No friends We don't mean
to say that these persons think always
all that they indicate by their looks
But why look SO? Why not have a
cheerful smile, that wonld softenthe hard
hearts thar they dome sin contact With
What powerful influences thepe i: IN i
smilel -A-~mothar's~ smile makes the
heart of the child leap with joy. The
smile of the husband makes the wife
think of the days of their first love-
The smile of an enemy, more than half
puts out the fame of passion and re-
venge, that had been burning in the
breast. l have known times when l
felt unwell and gloomy, when cheer
ful smile of a good looking lady on the
street, did me more good than big
dose of medicine from the old school
practitioner. How easily might we, by
this means, secure the friends we have,
and make ourselves no more enemies2
But if we are resolved to carry ourselves
toward others with naughty airs of self
importance, and with proud, disdainful
looks, we may expect painful conse-
quences. Reader, if you want friends,
put on pleasant, agreeable, condescend-
ing countenance You must have
pleasant look, smile.
This man lacked a friendly aoord.-I
have known him, at times, to insult those
who wanted to be his friends. Who
can bear to be insulted? A worm,
when trod upon, may turn again
There is nothing gained by angry
words How can we expect the friend
ship of those persons that we abuse?-
There are many in society, when they
do speak to others, it is in such way
as to make them feel that they are their
interiors, servants or slaves. Ask them
why they do it, and they will tell you,
that they don't want their friendship;
can do without it. Remember, sir,
thou art but man, or probationer of
time, and subject to all the changes it
brings about. Take care how you
talk to that poor man, lest you find
Yourself in worse circumstances than he.
Fake =care, lest your property might. ]
mount the wings of fire, or be borne
away ON the bosom of the food, or fell
disease enter your dwelling, or ruthless
death break up your family circle, or
all your earthly hopes be blasted in one
single night. You know not what dis
aster might befall yos. How soon you
may be pennyless, and your friends in
forsake you in adversity.-
You don't know how soon you may be
on that lonely bed of afiiction; when
you will be glad to have the meanest,
poorest wretch in society to hand you
the cup of cold water, wipe the dew
drops from your brow, and wet your
parched lips and tongue with the
feather; or carry your dead carcass to the
bone-yard. Take care, you vain, proud |
and naughty young lady, clothed in |
your silk, surrounded with all the
blessings and comforts of life. Now
you look, and talk to that poor girl, |
that washes your clothing for fifty cents
per day. Make her your friend; you !
may need her friendship. In five years
she may be the lady, and you the wash
Ing girl. Beneath those rags there
beats heart SO true, SO pure and trans
parent, as to gain the protection, the
friendship, and love of Heaven, if not
yours. Beneath that sun bonnet, or
hood, there may be an intellect as bright,
as ever sparkled in a royal palace, or
the White House, and she may occupy
either place some day. The proud,
wealthy Haman saw the day that he
would have been glad, to have had the
poor despised Mordecai to intercede for
him; unite the rope that was pressing
on his wind-pipe, and help him down
from the scaffold. The sons of Jacob |
were more than little surprised when
they found out that the young, beautiful
] oseph, the object of their hatred and
revenge, whom they sold to the strangers,
was he to whom they bowed, the Gov
srnor of Egypt. The fact is, we can't
tell who we kick, push from the side
walk, or abuse with our tongues.
have known instances, of brainless,
foppish creatures, who were never the
father of an original thought, elevated
to high positions by the mere force of
speak and treat men who
were in every respect their superiors,
with contemplate inferiority. These
are fast times, when fortunes and mis-
fortunes are made in a day. To be
abusive in our language toward others,
under the pretension that they deserve
abuse, or that we like to speak our mind,
and love honesty, as if none were en-
titled to this character but few pas
sionate, hot-headed fools, is morally