Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1882-12-31

LIS not enumeTate among the ofenses rec
ognizable by laws written or otherwise
takes himself severely 10 task for his M.
msrous shortcomings, assures himself. with
yirtuous Indignation, that he Is going Il
the dogs at railroad speed, reminds him.
self of how poor Dick, unfortunate Ton
and hapIess Harry have fallen from the
ranks during the last eyeutful twelve
months, reminds himself that "this world IL
but heeting shows" that "there is nothing
sure but death and taxes" that imam com
eth up like the grass, which to-day is but to-
morrow il cut down and cast into the FIRE, ~
works himself into frenzy of melancholy
reflection, lights the ''iast cigar ne ever
intends 10 smoke by way of clearing the
the emphatic determination 10 turn over
an entirely new leaf, and be another man
from the first day of January, A. d. 1888.
Tomorrow is the day when the woman,
who has been running up bills in the most
reckless fashion all the year, wherever she
could get the credit, begins 10 tremble in an
ticipation of the day of wrath; enumerates
IN her conscience-str1cken memory the num-
Der and extent OF the bills that will soon
come futtering through the front door like
flock Of birds of prey; remorsefuIly seizes
upon her husbands threadbare overcoat,
that he has left hanging on the hall rack,
because he was ashamed to wear ii down
town; pensively runs her hand into every
pocket to see which one it was he has been
after her for the last month or two to patch,
and declares that If she ever gels out OF this
scrspe with a whole head on her shoulders
she will go 10 rags, yes she will, before she
viii ever ask for another paper of pins on
tick sl. from the first day of January, A. D.
Tomorrow is the day when the wife, who
has been reminded at the breakfast table in
mellihuous tones that there's not dashed
button on any of her husbands dashed shirts,
betakes herself promptly TO his bureau
drawers and gives them a thorough over
hauling, expressing the widest amazemeni
at the state of disorder the male wretch has
gotten them into, piles every disabled article
into the mending basket, groane at the rap
idly increasing dimensions of the pile, won
ders how she could ever have let things get
ahead OF her 90, "vows and declares" bat
hereafter she will never take 8 wink of sleep.
not even if she Is tired enough sto drop in
her tracks without looking over those hor-
rid shirts that just seem to jerk themselves
Oh, and nobody shall say button to her after
the first day of January, A. d. 1888.
Tomorrow is the day when the fashion
able belle, who has been on a regular stearD
ever since the holidays began, opens her
eyes languidly to the light of an
other year, and with the disgust of safety
aud the remorse of exhaustion strong upon
ner, suddenly realizes the hollowness and
Tanity OF her way of disposing OF the days, in
he strength of which she forms big batch
II heroic resolotious. Resolves 20 get up every
morning at the witehing hour Of n,el-sl.
o read some good, improvines5oA until
he breakfast bell riugs, S saks entire charge
If the parlor, busting d sweeping every
,ook and Granny herself, just for the exercise;
o practice two hours every day, 10 help ma
nth the children's sewEag, to say at home
II evenings and entertain "poor old papa"
md never, never, never, go buggy-ridIng
Nth that wretched - again, ii he asked |
Ter on his knees every day in the year A. d. |
1881 go help her - goodnesBl
Tomorrow Is the day when that hope |
which springs eternal in the humzn breast |
axes fresh bound for those upon the up
7ard slope of life's deep hillside and bids |
hem be of good cheer, for all things come
. him who fights a good fight with fate.
hey feel quite sure that their hl.luck has |
one out with the old year and that they are
Ding 10 swim straight along into smooth
Taters in the tide that flows in with the newt
Tomorrow is the day when patience folds
er brooding wings over the tomb of the
opes that have died for those upon the
Onward slope and bids the tired toilers bide
while until few more empty years have
Iided by and borne them to the shores
Lernal- MOTHER GOOSE