The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-06-04

we are sick. It is better for us t.
learn to accept our invalid condition
fitting ourselves to it with patien,
cheerfulness, and not thrust a beggar
| ly hand into the faces Of our friends
asking their tenderness and continue.
remembrance. Certainly sickness Is
not wicked in the ordinary sense, bur
! it may often be the result Of careless.
ness, ignorance, or mistaken duty o.
overwork or self-sacriGce. We may Be
IN part responsible for our condition.
we must dispossess ourselves Of the
idea that there is any virtue in illness;
anything especially interesting OF
lovab,e. A delicate organism may
make US tender Of ourselves, but
does not make us desirable to others.
We may beindulgent to our nervous
ness and pet our own weakness and
suffering, but the chances are that
other people ind them disagreeable.
Our ill-health may be not only
uncomfortable to ourselves hut to our
friends. We must not forget that we
make constant demands upon their
hardest graces Of temper and charact-
er. We are not only useless, but a
burden, IN a certain sense, however
tender and delicate be their way OF
bearing it. Human nature softens
into pity and helpfuluess toward the
suffering. Accepting this spontane-
GUS kindness let us not be exacting.
Why should we be hurt if special
attention is not always shown to us,
if in the activity, eagerness, and
pressure Of living interests our
peculiar needs or tastes are overlook
ed? p
In our intercourse with others, it is
better to forget our own trials, priva
tons, and sufferings. We are apt
to keep our voices and our thoughts
in the minor key to be queruIous, or
at best only resigned. If we can
laugh merrily, put a genuine ring
into our tones and feelings, it will
help us wonderfully in disslpating the
mists and brushing away the cob
webs that gather over our
eyes and hearts. 1t is wise for
us to make the most of all the
possibilities OF our condition. Faber
says, GA joyless lite is worse to bear
than one of active SORROW" The
days when nothing ever happensare
tlresome, even in health, unles one is
very busy. The duiness and
monotony of the jryaIid's life is as
as physical suffering. Our
existence becomes assstagpation. Life
sinks to dead level All coloring
and tone fade out. Lights and
shadows are lost IN cold gray.
We have nolonger the power of cheat
ing interests for ourselves; of infus-
ing vitality into the commonplace and
of tinting the cold,
gray sky with crimson and gold. But
we can do more than we think. The
little incidents Of our quiet days may
yield hundred-fold If we know how
to make the most of them. Many
kinds of occupation and amusement
are available to us if will try to be
occupied or amused. A pet kitten
or rose-bush may save us from re-
pining. A bit of crochet, a child's
puzzle, the trimming of dolls
bonnet may help US to pray with a
more filial spirit.
Beating our wings against the cage
will not set us free. Then let us
learn to sing in our captivity. SIT
is not so wretched to be blind as not
to be able to endure blindness"
Milton said when his eyes "their
seeing had forgot" How we bear it
makes the good OF evil Of all suffer
ing. Sickness and sorrow are demon
alizing if we yield to them, induIg-
ing in our misery and plying our
selves. They are ennobling and
purifying five rise above them, using
them as our servants rather than our