The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1888-01-24
Too Much Leisure.

give below, which we commend to our readers
1t may not seem appropriate to many Of our
friends, for we often have letters telling of
their hard labors on tho farm and in their
household departments, but It's such excellent
advice that it may reconcile the hard workers,
and like all other bee-hives there may be some
drones in this one busy Kingdom. There never
was an old maxim better worth remembering
than the ole my mother taught me in my
young days, that it was always "better to wear
out than to rust out"
By F. NJ. Colly.
l was conyeIsing with a prominent and we'll
known physician the other day, when he said con
corning one Of his patients, a fashionable lady
whose inyalidism a subject of public Comment:
"Her only ailment is too much leisure II is
common malady. There is a certain class who
from lack of anything else to do spend their time
thinking of themsel es and if they have any ina IL
nation and usually the gentle does not want for
that they get TO thinking something is the matter
with them. If they would only employ their minds
and their hands about something useful | could
draw a pencil mark across half OF my chronic
eases"
He was q wise old man and spoke words of truth
Idleness is a bane; and when think of the thous
ands OF women who do not do an hours work a dav
the year through do not wonder that they are pale
Istless and feeble The Oriental idea that labor is
curse is not borne out by the facts Excessive toll
may be q misfortune but it does not begin to com
pare as q calamity, with too little 1t is natural for
man and woman, tool to work, and l believe that
eight hours labor is Letter than one. Ill will il he
for the world If even Mr. Henry Georges prediction
comes true, that tine future laborer will have to
work but one hour per day Ideness and ease do
not constitute happiness, but generally the reverse
Labor will drive away many blue demon and
do not know of a better panacea for trouble. I
Tecoect a certain bright-eyed bustng little woman
who lived in our neighborhood when was young
and who, don't think, ever had a sick day in her
life. "You are always we'll" observed my mother
10 her one time. why yes, believe So" she an
swered. II really don't have time to stop to think
whether ] am wei or not. am as busy and happy
as l can be-"
That woman lived to be eighty years old and died
practically in the harness. She was found dead in
her bed one morning after Thanksgiving when the
house was full Of company, pest mortem exami-
nation revealed the fact that She had scarcely any
lungs left. liver yitiated and her heart was
enormously enlarged. Yet she had never had time
TO be sick
IfIwas going TO write new beatitude l would
have it like this
Blessed are those who have no time to wonder
whether hey are rstty well or not.
And there is 50 much WORK to be done No one,
It seems 10 me. would lie IDLE ii She stopped to think
TALL that She might 10. Tennysons thrilling lines
are slsse.uye
'il time be heavy on your hands
A-e there no Oegglrs at your gate,
Nar any poor about your lands
o., teach the orphan boy 10 read,
Oh, teach tie orphan giIl TO seB."
There 8 need enough Of laborers. The world is
nfenng for iu.t such help as you can give q, Do
tousiAne-ksop bees, 1nise poultry, learn tyuesel.
ting the methods q Kindergarten and teach il. ~
And help in the ho5li,el, vito book. D. any