The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1882-04-19
The Cheerfulness OF Old Age.

You don't feel the horizon pressing
you too closely. You have spacein which
to stretch yourself. A little will do, if
your mind be healthy. Nor is the look
out, in fact, so much shorter. All you
have had OF life is SO much saved out of
the fire. You never could count GER
tainly on day ahead at any time, how
ever early in your life. And you are in
no worse condition now The possible
time before you is much less, doubtless.
But you hope for the best. You look
for the best. There is better, doubtless.
But you know what mean. The con-
sent Of wise and good folks, free from
morbid and transient moods, has con-
cluded that long life is blessing. 1t
cannot be the greatest, or if would not
be denied to 50 many. 1t may be q
kindly permitted illusion that it is a
blessing at all; but it is well the illusion
is permitted, il it be one. And as for
the averages, we disregard all such
calculations III our own case. You fancy
yourself to be such m exceptional being
that you look (most look for exceptional
length Of life, too. | have remarked
this decidedly in men who in fact are
wiser than men III general. Besides
that, the short lookout contents that
We can enjoy the golden and brown
autumn leaves withoutintruding thoughts
Of the bleak, wet winter boughs be-
sides the fact, too, that transience some
times adds n singular enjoyment as well
as beauty which il all it's own the
healthy mind lives in apergading atmos-
phere rather than defined conviction
that the end is not so near after all,
and cheerfully calculates ona long time
yet. A little while since talking with n
dear friend who has been lifted high, my
friend Brown said something implying
that they both must soon bid the be.
loved work and the beautiful surround
ings farewell. "Not at all said the
energetic and heathful pillar of the
State " | look forward please God for
another twenty years" And Brown was
corrected. For even after the twenty
years the pillar Of the state would only
he seventy four; and wherefore count on
an abridgment Of honor and usefulness?
Brown was six months the younger but
by being ovorworked and worried he had
got into the way Of mistily thinking
that about three or four years would SEQ
the last of him. And, indeed, there are
those who early in September feel as
though tho winter were upon them
and who at thirty-three talked of them
selves as old. But this is wrong as well
M depressing. Some cannot help it.
John Foster was a great man but his
ways Of thinking on most matters were
essentially morbid. Never moro so than
in the grevious fashion in which hean
ticipatedneedle.sly soon the winter which
he specially dreaded. 81 have seen
fearful sight to-day" he once said: 81
have seen buttercup." He could not
enjoy the present greenness and warmth
for intrusive fears Of the coming cold
and desolation. He was wrong, far
wrong. You don't blame him, you pity
him. But, body and mind, he never
knew brisk health. There are great
many thoughts which it is quite fit that
We resolutely put away. A mischievous
mortal, desiring to oyercloud tho blink
of sunshine III which others are rejoic-
ing, does not need to tell them anything
that is not true. You remember Mr..
Croaker and his frequent sentiment:
"Hcavcn send we all be as well this day
six months !" Then a shadow would
fall on the iaces of middle-aged folks;
as when n meddling idiot asks thom
what they are to make of their boys.
Those things are thought of quite often
enough, be sure, without the IDIOTS in
opportune interfercnce.-frazcr'S Mug
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