The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1864-09-27
NOT ALL ALIKEt

Not oil the faces we gaze upon are sad
careworn, pale, and nervous. Not all the
forms we encounter are bent and tremulous,
like the sapling in a gale. We come across a
considerable number of individuals who look
as if they were not in the slightest degree
affected by the subsidence of stocks and the
financial earthquake which is shaking the
body-business to its centre. They laugh mcr-
rily, and throw gay glance5 at us from twink
ling eyes.
Jokes fly from their tongues like sparks
from an anvil they snap their fingers sharply;
whistle lively and cheerful melodies; throw
themselves into attitudes expressive Of great
exhilaration and playfulness; and insert their
digits in the ribs of those in their vicinity with
rare iollity. To observe these beatifc beings,
one would think that the condition of affairs in
general was not only sound, but absolutely
| delightful to contemplate. Remark, in fall
tering whisper, and with an elongated counte-
nance, that this is terrible state of things
and with radiant features they will assure you
that they don't care a pin, feel entirely com
Portable, and are looking out for something or
other to turn up which will be to the adVan-
tage of all parties.
In the meantime they are smoking high
favored cigars, partaking Of midday lunches
and delicate beverages, filling their places at
the opera, theatre, or concert, driving their
fast trotters before their light elastic wagons,
| kicking up the dust, and having a good time
generally on the old scale. Or if they do not
indulge in any of these indiscreet designations,
they are companionable and contented, at all
events. Their step is as firm and buoyant as
Lis who goes over grassy meadow on a
summer morning early, when there is health
fragrance, and the music of birds in the air.
These are mature people. The children are
as bright and happy as If money was drug,
and only to be given away. They romp
MISUNDERSTANDING at the straws and butter
flies which in their innocence they regard as
the greatest things on earth, and well worth
living for. Their little frolics are not sub
dued at all. Their little faces are not en-
graved with the characters of calamity and
apprehension. Such is the wise dispensation
OF merciful Providence, that at no time, and
under no circumstances, shall the feelings and
conditions of all be alike.
Universal heart-sickness is pleasant i'm.
possibility. How miserable we should be
without diversity of situation and state of
mindl AS if this earth was one fiat, smooth,
unbroken plain, or vast hill alone; as if the
sky was perpetually clear and blue, or dull
and dark always; as ii the sun never went
down, but shone in the heavens from the morn
of year unto its night; as ifanything in nature
was permanency for ever. 1t is good that
in these days of sore trouble we are not all
alike cast down and in tears.
How blessed the privilege of those who.
with stout hearts and willing hands, can help
their less fortunate brethren, dissipating their
| dependency with CHEEKY assurances and sub
stantial assistance, and 80 securing for them
selves the smile Of Heaven and the approval Of
all good meni Thank God that we are not all
alike; that, while some are broken in fortune,
heart, and body, others are cheerful and
happy, and in good condition TO battle with
the misiortunes which have gathered down
npon their fellow-creatures, and to gladden.
the soul with their sunny smile and hopeful
countenance.