Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1874-03-04
EnOugh'S Enough.


had so many things to make a noise with
on the Fourth of July. He had six boxes
of shooting crackers; pile after pile OF tor
p.does; as many as fifty double-headers or
chasers; two or three little iron cracker
pistols, and torpedo jutes; and, for the eve
ming a dozen rockets, and any number OF
pin-wheels, blue lights, Roman candles.
and such. His father must have spent at /
least sixty dollars to make his little boy
happy yP:,;, rho d,v haa,n carly The bow
had scarcely slept, he was so excited. Up
he Jumped at the first gun from the fort,
hurried on his clothes, forgot to wash him
self or to comb his hair, lighted his punk,
snatched out pack Of crackers and a half
pint of torpedoes, and began his pop, pop,
in the back yard. Fired one at time, his
crackers would have kept him busy day
or two. But before breakfast time he had
got into a crazy hurry, and would dance
and yell round a whole pack a-golng Oft at
once!
By nine O'Clock he had moved into the
street, with his ammunition piled on the
front door step, while twenty poor boys
gathered round to see, and hear. and envy
the rich little maniac How he rushed up
and down those steps! How red his face
~
touched 'em off, without waiting to hear
or time to enjoy By hot half-past ten he
had burned 'em all up, ending off with a
whole box at once, and smashing bun
die of hundred torpedoes at a throw. He
was a swcaty, grimy, crazy little fury.
And now his fun was all gone until at
ter dark So he fretted and whined, and
got whipped twice that day. He leased.
They let him send up his rockets and burn
his Roman candles during the early twi-
light, while the day was bright, and then
put him abed sick And think that in all
New York was not one boy so poor and
ragged but enjoyed more that day than this
little crazy pet, who burned up at least
sixty dollars worth of pop and tfzz. :" tell
you, I'd like to have sixty dollars worth of
Fourth of July! I'd have fun"' l hear
some of the boys saying. Yes! | remem-
Der when | was about. eleven years old,
and off at school, they used togive me just
one piece of pie for dessert, after dinner.
1t tasted so good, and was gone so soon,
that | used to think of it all the way down
they hill us | went to recitation, and wish
that it was one big mince-pie for Il half
mile, and | had to eat my way through 1t,
rs worm eats into an apple-eat and go.
And have seen boys start to eat up can
dy cane, But before they had chewed and
sucked up half of it, they were sick enough
of it. The confectioners understand this
And so when they take a new boy into the
shop to work, they tell him to eat all the
candy he wants. He never eats much but
once. He gets sick of Sweets and hates
e them rs a tlv does the mulasses in which
he is stuck and drowning. Here is a ia
BILE:
\ 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 by the way nor touch his pocket.
! So he filled his largest pocket full of gold,
and started for home. But, as he was run
ming down little hill, the gold hung
heavy, tore off his pocket, and fell down in
; the road. When he had got home and
found his gold and his pocket gone togeth-
or, - Alas" said he, = had taken less |
should have more"
All the real fun that we ever get we must
take in by little, temperate pockcts-full.
! If we overload once or twice. that ends the
/ matter. That pocket will never hold any
more fun at all.
l 1T is such fun when the holidays come,
and we do mt have to go to SCHOOL, Yes,
that's so. But did You ever stop to think
D that one good thing that school does for
you is to make you hungry for holidays
l and vacation? The hardest work in the
. world is to do nothing all the time. We
never get good appetite for dinner, if VIC
keep on nbbling cookies and eating apples
u all the morning, just for fun!
a think that if | could finl a long. long
: hill-say one hundred miles long-anJ
covered with snow, packed and shiny from
n top to bottom, and start a lot of boys or
y sle,ls to coast down hill all day-tll dowr
i and no up,-they would get their pockets
full of cotsting very soon. Pulling Il sled
: up the hill makes us hungry for the slide
: down. Work first and then play. Earn il
: and then enjoy it. Get hungry and then
Ii eat. Get tired and then sleep.
5 Sometimes when a girl has grown up to
u be a woman, and the right man has come
and they are married, the rich and loving
S father gives her Il splendid new house, anC
0 conservatory, and stables with horse;
L and carriages There is new furniture in
II every room; there are pictures on the walls
o piles of household linen in the presses, anC
S tableware in the closets No rent to pay
o nothing to do but just be happy. Dear
fond old father, what has been the happi
+ ness of Your own life? Has it been the har
II ing, or rather the wanting, the earning
the expecting, and at last the having;
y Why then deny to your child all that hi.
: ennobled and rewarded Your own life anC
Il labor?
B. What men really enjoy is not that which
is stuffed into them of sweetness growing
sweeter and sweeter to n surfeit, but what
;. they really need, and then 90 out to find
or win, or earn by labor and well-deserv-
{ ing.
See those pale-faced children budding
round the stove or over the Tuning regis
ter, to get warm in the morning just be-
:, fore breakfast See those other boys who
l have been out to the barn and fed the cat
tie and hens; or those girls who have stir
: red round and set the table, and swept of
the snow from the stoop and steps of the
house! Which are the warm ones? Those
who are soaking up warmth into their Ia
; zy bones and bodies, or those who are max
ing the fire of health to burn inside
Which is BEST a good appetite or rich food
Which is best, little pleasure daily last
ing as long rs our lives, or a few years OF
, surfeit and II lifetime of querulous dyspep-
STA?
He who aims to do all his duties perfect
", will surely find all the pleasures that
he can enjoy The duty shall whet his APP
petite for pleasure, and the pleasure. rest
and recreate the man for duty. Enough's
enough.-T. Il. Beecher.