Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1872-07-03
EnOugh's Enough.


Of July. He had six boxes Of shoot
ing crackers; pile after pile Of tOrpe-
does as many as fifty dOuble-headers
or chasers; two or three little iron
cracker pistols andtOrpedo-jutes; and
for the evening. a dozen rockets and
any number of pin-wheels, blue lights,
Roman candles aad such. His faith
er must have spent at least sixty GOl-
lars to make hislittle boy happy.
Well. the day began early. The
boy had scarcely slept, he was so ex-
cited. Up he jumped at the tirst gun
from the fort, hurried on his clothes,
forgot to wash himself or to comb his
hair, lighted his punk, snatehed out
a pack of crackers and q half-plnt OF
torpedoes, aad began his pop. pop, in
the back yard. Fired one at time,
his crackers would have kept him
busy day ortwo. But, before break
fast time, he had got into crazy
hurry, and would dance and yell
round a whole pack going off at once.
BY nine o'clock, he had moved in
to the street, with his ammunition
piled on the front doorstep, while
twenty poor boys gathered round to
see and hear the rich little maniac
How he rushed up and down those
stepsl How red his face and shiny,
as he began to sweat. How he touch
ed 'em off, without waiting to hear,
or time to enjoy. By half-past ten,
he had burned 'em all up, ending or
with a whole box at once, and smash
ing bundle of a hundred torpedoes
at a throw. He was a sweaty, grimy,
crazy little fury.
And now his fun was all gone until
after dark So he fretted and whined,
and got whipped twice that day He
teased. They let him send up his
rockets and burn his Roman candles
during the early twilight, while the
day was bright, and then put him
abed sick. And I think that, in all
New York, there was not one boy 80
poor and ragged but enjoyed more
that day than this little crazy pet,
who had burned up al least sixty dol
lars worth of pop and fizZ. Il tell
YOU, I'd like to have sixty dollars
worth of Fourth of July! I'd have
fun ~ I hear some Of the boys say
ing. Yes, / remember, when l was
about eleven years old, and OF at
school, they used to give me just one
piece of pie for dessert after dinner.
1t tasted so good, and was gone so
soon that 1 used to think Of IL all the
Way down the hill as / went to recita-
ton, and wish that it was one big
minee pie for half of mile, and 1
had to eat through it, as worm eats
into an apple-eat and go! And I
have seen boys start to eat up candy
cake! But, before they had chewed
and sucked up half of it, they were
sick enough of il. The cOnfeetioners
understand this. And so, when they
take a new boy into the shop 10 Work,
they tell him to eat all the eanoy ne
wants. He never eats muen Dut
once. He gets sick Of sweats, and
hates them as a fly does the molasses
in which he is stuck and drowning.
Here is q fable:
A man in the mint was told that he
might take away one pocket full OF
gold if he would run straight home
with it, and not stop on the way or
touch his pocket. So he filed his
largest pocket full of gold, and start
ed FOR home. But, as he was running
down a little hill, the gold hung
heavy. tore of his pocket, and fell
down in the road. When he had got
home and found his gold and his
pocket gone altogether. "Alas J" said
ne, "had taken less, 1 should have
more"
All the real fun that we ever get
we must take in by little, temperate
pockets-full, If we overload once OF
| twice, that ends the matter. The
pockets will never more hold fun at
all.
at is such fun when the holidays
come, and we don't have to go to
school ?n Yes, that's so. But did
you ever stop to think that one good
thing that school does for you is to
make one hungry for holidays and
vacation? The hardest work in the
world is to do nothing all the time
We never get good appetite for din
ner, If we keep on nibbling cookies
and eating apples all the morning,
Just for fun!
/ think that, if could find long,
long hilI-say one hundred miles long
and covered with snow, packed and
shiny from top to bottom, and start q
lot Of boys on sleds to coast down bill
all day-an down and no up-they
would get their pockets full of coast
ing very soon. Pulling a sled up the
hill makes US hungry for the sled
down. Work first and then play
Earn it and then enjoy it. Get hun
CRY and then eat. Get tired and then
sleep.
Sometimes when q girl has grown
up q woman, and the right man has
come, and they are married, the rich
and loving father gives her splendid
new house. and q conservatory, and
stables with horses and carriages
There is new furniture in every room !;
there are pictures on the walls, piles
of household linen in the presses, and
| tableware in the closets. No rent to
pay; nothing to do but just be happy.
Dear, foEd old father, what has been
the happiness Of your own lifeY has
IL been the having, or rather the
wanting, the earning, the expecting,
and at last the having? Why then
deny to your child all that has enabled
and rewarded your own life and Ia
bor7
What men really enjoy, is not that
which is stuffed into them of sweet
ness growing sweeter to surfeit, but
what they really need, and then go
out to find, win or earn by labor and
well-deserVing.
See those pale-faeed children hud-
ding round the stove, or over the
fuming register, to get warm in the
morning. See those other boys who
have been out in the barn and fed the
cattle and hens; or those girls who
have stirred round and set the table,
and swept off the snow from the
stoop and steps of the house! Which
are the warm ones? Those who are
soaking up warmth into their lazy
bones and bodies, or those who are
making the fire OF health to burn in
side I? Which is best, little pleas
ure daily, lasting as long as our lives,
or few years Of surfeit and a life
time of querulous dyspepsia
He who aims to do all his duties per-
fectly, will surely find all the pleas
ures that he can enjoy. The duty
shall whet his appetite for pleasure
and the pleasure rest and recreate the
man for duty. EnoHgh's enough
4. K. Beecher.
In New York the army OF laborers
ON the public works have to swear to
their bills. The following is the oath
administered You, Michael Flana-
gan, do solemnly swear that buZzie,
Wuzzie, wuZzie, wuZzie-s'w whelpy'
=, I'll