Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1863-07-21
THE HERALD.
MESQUITE Experience.


The Gay has been too hot. The night
is sultry. You are nervous and restless
No place 80 good as the bod and too the
chamber yourepair, hoping soon TO lose all
remembrance Of your cares and troubles in
sleep, The light is extinguished, and you
resign yourself to the pleasing sensations OF
approaching rest When 10 a thin, pierre
ing sound salutes you 1t needs no inter
pretatign. 1t is musquito come seren-
aiding. Is there any trumpet that can wake
q nervous man more quickly OF entirely I
Every sense is attent. Now the sound
comes near, now receles, now is lost. 1t
soon oomes again, and watching your OPP
portunity, you give yourself a broad slap
upon the face, hoping that mosquito shared
it with you! For moment he seems dead.
You experience a minute satisfaction of pet
~ revenge. But soon the inevitable sound
comes again, but with hlher and thither
motion. You are acutely attentive. This
time, 10 make sure, your hand is disengag-
ed, and lies outside Of the coverlet, ready
for a surprising blow. He alights. You
feel bis delicate touch upon your forehead.
Quicker than winking, your hand follows
him with such slap as makes the. room
echo. But he is quicker than you are, and
besides, sees in darkness much better. He
is off like sprite and sings and pipes in
distant corner sly this time you are quite
excited-you discourse: "The thief (some
men put naughty adjecives before the
noun,l if he would hold his peace and
come and eat his fill, and be off he should BE-
welcome.
q But the intolerable piping is worse than
surgeons lancet. Suppose, my friend,
that you should get up, light lie gas, hunt
for him! You had better close the blinds,
for, however suitable your condition may
be in itself considered, yet, if seen from a
neighbours window night-capped man in
search of mosquito at twelve at night, en-
dishaJjlle, must subject himself to some
ridicule. There, now, return to your work
You cannot find him. After all, perhaps,
that last slap did the business for him.
3 II certainly did for you. See how red your
much abused face is Why not let him
take little blood out of it? Itwould be i'm
proved.
The hero returns to bis couch, and the
tiny foe returns to the hero. Again the
horn sounds, and again he strikes out at him
and again misses. At length, tired out, the
victim falls asleep. The little trumpeter
draws near and sounds challenge. He
circuits all about and sings every note in his
serenade. AT length he alights upon cho-
sen spot. and having satisfied his hunger,re-
tires to some dark corner, oyerswollen, to
collapse and die.
ALI this would not be worth telling but
for its application. l see on every hand,
men engaged in beating themselves on
account Of fears, cares and petty annoy
ances.
The mother sits by her child slightly ILL.,.
She imagines all possible evils--she tor
ments herself for hours and days at posssi
bic but improbable results. tits musqui
to game. The real evils is petty, and if
Quietly taken would soon cease of ITSELF
But she must punish herself by every in
genious imagination. Love has its musqui-
toes. How many sounds does jealousy
hear. How many breads does anxious love
breed. How many "what ifs"
Much Of the anxiety Of business is mere
mosquito hunting. When see a man
pale and anxious, not for what has hap
pened, but for what may happen say
'Strike your own face; do it again and
keep doing il, for there is nothing else to
Lit"
Everybody has his own mosquitoes, that
fly by night and bite by day. There are
few men of nerves firm enough, to calmly
let them bite Most men insist upon flag
ellating themselves for the sake of net hit
ting their troubles
f1enry Ward Beecher's eyes and
Ears"