The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1879-02-27

Adhesion to one idea is monomania: to few,
slavery. The greater part of mankind labor
under one delirium or another, and just now
my mind has been attracted to one who might
be as happy as ordinary mortals, only she will
persist in looking on the dark side of every
thing and sit and fret, when she might be up
and doing something for herself, as we'll as 9TH
ers, and thus forgetting that she is here to act
part in the drama of life She has friends, yes,
few; but she will not have much longer, for
they are wearying of this chronic frettng which
she has allowed to gnaw at her disposition till
genial smiles and kind words are unknown, and
hearty laugh unheard of. Do you love such
people? Are you attracted to them? Alas /!
no; and you shun them on every possible occa-
sion. This world was never formed to be made
gloomy by our signs and complaints, but rather
to be frightened by our love, made merry with
smiles and good cheer and happy by our en-
couragement, assurance and energy. There is
time to weep, and am sure all Will mourn in
sincerity with the afflicted; but with those who
are looking about for subject over which they
can shed few tears there is no sympathy. 1t
Is never pleasant to be told of faults but is it
not better to know and correct them than that
we should be criticised and reproached bv
friend and foe? Those who are sad and des-
pondent will look first in a paper or magazine
for an article on their favorite theme. and then
sit and brood over it till they ind-as we'll as
those surrounding them-that they are of all
mort8ls most miserable. It behoves us in our
home, then, to keep out anything that is going
to depress the spirits of the readers, and let us
find here only subjects that shall instruct or
lead us to correct our faults, give us smiles in
stead of tears, content instead of imaginary
objects to mourn over. This is a bright world
isspite of the dark clouds, wretched alleys and
novels There are sunshine, rainbows
and happiness; there are true friends, kind
hearts and much t. be grateful for if we were
not so selfish as to think OF ourselves only, and
forget the great 81 am" If you are trfe sad.
and you think the world has not used YOU quite
right, bury the thought in your own heart, but
proclaim it not to the world, for it is not inter
ested in your tribes, and if you wish a secret
kept keep it yourself, for to one else is it
sacred. Some Tell their affairs to every one.
and then wonder why they are talked of so
much more than other people. You call your
self Christian, but is it not impious to be sad
Melancholy ever sees the worst of things, and
as they may be, not as they actually are Some
think they should constantly mourn and put a
continual constraint upon themselves, and feel
disgust for those breaks in the clouds which
will come to ALL and let little sllnshlnein their
life, and exclairn with Shakespeare: "How weary,
stale, flat and Improbable seem to me all the
uses Of this world /" tits demon which haunts
our earth and is often conveyed to us in an east
wind, and, while chewing the food OF bitter
fancy, spreads itself between heaven and earth,
and is an everlasting mist There is to some OF
Us voice from the tomb sweeter than song; a
remembrance of the dead to which we turn
even from the charms of the living These are
20 sacred we would not exchange them for
songs of pleasure or bursts OF revelry If you
have pleasure to impart let us have it by all
means, but keep sadness-the prince of dark
ness-fsr from us; he will come soon enough
without spending moments looking for him.
How we love Smiling face which we know al
ways sees sunshine al ter the tempest, and, even
when the thunders roll and the lightnings flash,
they perceive a cessation, and predict brighter
day more pure air, and the benefit to be de-
rived by all Readers, are you welcomed on
earth as q sunny hearted messengers of Joy, or
cloud of darkness as black as the plague now
infesting foreign shoresy RipH FERN LEAF.
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