The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1876-05-11
Gett1ng. Over It.

styptics applied to bleeding heart, q
wounded soul, this sounds the most cruel,
but is, in fact, the most wholesome. The
Teparative power Of nature that usa, 1sedt.
catrir Of which sch60lmen talked such
marvellous nonsense in the days when
ideas stood where facts stand now-is as
true of the human mind. as it siss al. cha
body; and shattered joy repairs itself,
1seRs5ssl sss %a3 ls ssspjy
take the taNrof SSre} sHths SANG the
life Of man Us in the lie Of the woffd-in
souls as in plants. 1t is wonderful, when
VIZ. think of it: whatwe- do get over; sonse
of Us, certainly, with more trouble and
taking longer time about it than others !;
but we all, WITH few exceptions, 9sHovGr
everything in time, and after the due
amount OF despair has been undergone,
the due number Of. tears have been
shed.
1t is easy to understand the passionate
desperation Of INEXPERIENCED youth when
things 60. wrong, and disappointment
and fancy had busted themselves in
building up out of mist. wreaths and
rainbows. The boys fcver-tit of despair
when cruel, parents interpose with their
vile prOsaic calculations of how much for
house rent, and how much for. the butcher
and baker, with the maddening deficit
against the artists income that is to pro.
vide food and q home for the beloved, and
consequent denial of the daughters hand,
and interruption of all intercourse for
the good Of bothAVeiL shes thinks
that he shah never get over it! It has
broken his heart; destroyed his life ,ruined
his happiness forever, andihers1 aothias
worth living for now. since Afsnsiats Is
impossible: or her side, Arapipta holds
that it would be very nice tb 1iis and have
done with the trouble of dressing for balls
when BERTHE is not there to see her
where, If he is there, he is not to dance
with her, make sweet love in the con.
servatorY, on the stairs, over the ices, the
champagne. She thinks that, BERTHE de-
MED, her womanhood will have no more
sweetness, bring 3ref nd more hope she
will never get over it-never, she says,
weeping, to her con6doate = butnekt year
she is the Sra6iant~Nife Of a,WehtSd do
stock broker, and Bertie's artistry and
lOve-making arc no more substantial than
her childish dreamstUf dolls and dolls
houses. BERTHE, too, laughs at his former
self when he is prosperous r. A., paint
ing for guineas where form6riy he was
not paid in pence, and meets with Ara
minta at the privkfe Vie 9he q British
matron with her, culver full and her brown
hair gray; he also thes father Of family,
who has done with dreams, even in his
art, and who paints what will sell rather
than what he thinks to be the best. All!
the Berries and Aramintase of Life. let over
fhoir rom onooc with h,,,,
and, that Uss nedscatrir is sometimes
quicker and more thorough in It's opera
ton than is quite satisfactory to the self
eyitable is all ~ YEA 81 dts Esy; b 81
nobody likes that submission q be to
entire when it involves the loss of him
self. 49,. >s...;,fs ~ n
The mans deeper disappoinimehdtt VI. ,he
woman's lifelong sorrow-even these are
got over in ,Ney,sif the .scasaf heal
quite so kind1tsas- with &Ae4ie Mad Ara
minta. The older one grows, the deeper
the woqresaand no moae psin9heJ cause
though afso5 alA'of sas, i wise, Know that
these wounds will be got over in time,
that this pain will cease to ache. Never.
theless, for the time being it is bad to
bear, and the healing process is slower.
Loss OF fortune, of friends, of the dearest
twin OF your lte-that second SELF, with
out whom, it seems to you now, that you
cannot exist at ali-the child from the
mothers breast, the boy from the fathers
side, the prop of your old age, the com.
panion OF your soul and the Joy of your
eyes-al4 these go from you and fling you
into the abyss Of despair; but you get
over it. A few years Of troubled health
may be, OF tears starting readily to your
eyes on small occasions, Of the constant
presence of gloom, and the daily thought
of death-and then by degrees the clouds
lift gradually, bit by bit, step by step,
till you drift under the serene blue sky
again, where, if all things are not as they
were before the storm came which broke
your flowers and beat down your temple,
they are, at the least, beautiful to look al
and good to live with. We grant II. ,
great SORROWS, leave traces that are inefacc.
able. and life is never entirely. the same
E fter them q it was before; but for all
that, we get over even the deepest of these
sorrows, and 60 on, IN the. old grooves,
with. here and there sad places as remind.
ers, but substantially everything the same
Seeing, then. i ), Ne DO CT 81 over things,
ouu 1AOW 4VA4VaA.sA1 lSCNileEauVe power
of life, surely we might take heart when
the dark hour is on US, and believe that
sSaii sssssus t oas s see IL Sn:
shine, however black the present shadow.
When we look back over QUE lives, how
many times we thoaght- ouf heart was
broken for all time-how often we have
stood. in the midst Of our ruin, and be-
lieved that NE SHOULD lever, ri abb b
build it DIP again, never know peace and
Ejoy or prosperity again! And our despair
was all moohs1fneI AekpE inch sahe
shadows drifted; one by one the fui6ed
- PIE ~; 80 = = IN 80 i;,s
or less difficulty and more or less gallant
ly, but-got over it! Sorrow and disap
pointmept, exposure and despair, w