Morning journal and courier., 1884-11-26
CoNCrRNTNes TROUBLE.
A moraIIzIng ThereupOn by Robert
 Burdette. IOralist.

J. Burdette, MOralist.
 From the Burlington Hawkeye.l
 In this world of change, nothing endures like poverty Nothing stands by us like trouble. We rise upin the morning, and he stands by the bedside waiting for us. "One moment, please. will just put few peas in this shoe for the day's pilgrimage; you will find them conducive to pleasant morbid sentiment and reflection. Turn around a | second, and will adjust this bur under the l neck band of your shirt. Are you quite ready now? Do you feel sufficiently uncom- l fortable? believe wouldn't stop for break l fast this morning. We have long way to | go to-day, and I am pleased to assure you that there are two lions at lonely point on | the road which will pass about dusk. do 1 not think they are chained; the last time ! accompanied pilgrim that way did not | notice any chains, and they were very cross l lions too. Come; don't limp, and do look spleasant and happy. Can't you sing little | and laugh gaily when we meet anybody by the way"
 | We go down to the office with brave face land heart as light as a round shot, and he lis waiting for us 'FYou know that note you endorsed for Snowboy? Well, it's gone to protest, and Flyaway to whom you sold such | a whaling big bill of goods last month, has gone all to pieces, and can't pay five cents on the dollar. You won't care to see the mail
 this morning; there is nothing in it but duns.
 Goodness alive, man, don't look like tomb stone. There's a committee of ladies in the front office been waiting for you nearly an 1 hour. sThey want donation of goods and a liberal cash subscription for the 'Woman's 1 Home for Orphans of the Extinct Tribes of 1 North American Indians.' You'll have to do I something for them, too. Now brace up and l be cheerful"
 | IJo ,;+, b,, ,,,r Ci5o o+ 5in1ar Allow me 1 please will just moisten this bread with ! tears Don't you think their saline bitter
 ness has quite tonic effect? And think
 handful of ashes will greatly improve your
 roast beef. It is better eaten dry. There 1 now choke over that. Can't you think Of something cheerful to saya Haven't you new funny story at hand. or can't you relate some amusing incident of your busy down
 town life? There guests at your table, and they rather expect something ot the
 kind from you, you know. Come, man, e.as leok pleasant, or I'll put wormwood in your after dinner coffee" And when we lie down at night he says: 1 Couldn't you just as well sleep on the
 bolster? I have put the shoe-brush, half
 brick big book, Hobbies tin engine and l pocketful of chestnuts in to make it easy for you I am light sleeper myself, so pre- fer the pillow which is soft and s1umbrous. Oh did you know the insurance expired this morning? Don't turn round like that! How ' row and your cousin Smithebore and his family are coming this week to stay until ! Christmas. You got awfully swindled in
 that horse you bought to-day. The groom
 says he is all gone in the shoulders and won't
 last 8 year. Say, ain't you ashamed of the l way you treated that poor fellow this after l noon who begged for an extensiona Shouldn't | wonder if he hung himself tonight Are | you sleepy? Pm not bit. I could talk all
 night, but guess you'd better go to sleep, l because you've got terribly hard day before | you tomorrow. I should think you'd wish l you might never get out of bed again. Good I night, sweet rest I've got the awfulest dream for you as soon as l hear you snore ! that ever made a mans hair stand on I end" An, dearly beloved, 'although affliction ! cometh not forth of the dust, neither doth | trouble spring out of the ground; yet man is 1 born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward. Y" ! We Hook unto the earth, and behold trouble | and darkness, dimness of anguish" Our little day dawns in clouds and mists, "and
 behold at eventide, trouble" Our bank is 1 shaky, and our mine has been salted, it rains
 on the picnic, your boots tight and the cook is like unto the boots, your road wagon
 rattles, there's twist in the reins, your horse
 has gone dead lame, there are moths in the \ parlor carpet and moles in the kitchen gar ! 1 bor's sheep lot, your watch loses time, you lost hat on the election, the neighbors boys are playing with matches in your hay loft-verily Eve look for peace, but no good came; and for a time of health, and behold 5 | trouble!'
 Why should anyone desire more than the t allotted ration of it2 Why should any mar T ! sigh for more than seventy years of this sort :; l of thing2 An, well, it's because some o1 these poisons carry their own antidotes. Ii . trouble were altogether wise as he is disagree able, life would be too heavy to be borne But when he stuffs your pillows with all e manner of hard things, it is the little wooden horse, the angular ittletstin engine, the broken !; I toy that he chucks in to make it lumpier l that undoes his work and smoothes and soft ems the rump1ed pillow. The tired little hand falls your cheek like a benison, the soft breathing of the boy frightens away the evil dreams, and you kiss the dimpled cheeks and thank God that the world is SC full of love and gentleness and perfect trust,
 and peaceful, untroubled sleep comes to you 'fbecause the former troubles are forgotten
 and ''shal not be remembered nor brought } into mind, D and FFwhen he giveth quietness, who then can make trouble?"