New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1888-02-15
70 Those in Grief.

II you are starving you will find that
eighteen people out of twenty will really
sympathize with you; the other two are
brutes.
Ii you fall down. as large a proportion
OF the human family will help to pick
you up. and will feel glad that you are
not hurt
II you loose your way almost any one
is glad to tell you to 60 to the left and
turn the corner, and then go to the
right and you'll find it.
But it must be only for once. If you
are always starving, always falling
down, always losing your way, the
sympathizers will grow tired of you,
and in the end you will become a pub
lie nuisance. It is just so when your
heart is hurt, and your soul bruised
when you are hungry for comfort and
tenderness, when you seem to have
lost your way amidst dark troubles, and
III your desperate sorrow long to tell
every body you meet how you suffer.
Under such circumstances fair pro-
portion of your acquaintance will feel
with you, and would help you if thew
could They will comfort you, drop q
tear with you, and listen to your moan
ing for once.
But if you keep on they will soon
turn away. They weary of a grief that
lasts, of woe that is unending. They
expect you to get over your trouble
again, to have yonr broken heart mend
ed SO that the crack cannot be seen.
You can never, never really be yourself
If your heart is actually broken; and
people live for years who have that
happen them; but unless you wish to be
Stunned by those who have loved YOU
best, you must pretend to have gotten
over your grief. You must force smiles,
and pretend to be interested in things.
and say nothing of the haunting
thought forever in your heart. You
must take your skeleton and shut it in
to closet. and only open the door on
dark nights, when no one can possibly
call. Then you will know it for what
it is-the dead bones of warm and
living joy-but, at least, no one else
will.
Oh! it is best while we must live, not
to become public nulsances! [ doubt if
anyone can 90 on loving you if you are
always woebegone; but there comes a
a point in everybody's life when he or
she is tempted to become a clone, lorn
crltter, like Mrs Gummidge.
Some get the blow through love of
money, or some fancied rong; others
only few very feeble-m minded folk
through the failure of a love affair to
come to wedding; but to most it is
death that gives the cruel stab that robs
life of its happiness.
You live it through. After that,
well God help you; there may be wears
before you still; and as suicide is a
crime, that moral and mental suicide
we are tempted to commit, when our
hearts fail US, must be crime also.
1t is easy to drop into uselessness, to
step aside with ones SORROW. so much
easier than to try to be happy again, to
make new friends, to see the world
under Its new aspect, and yet not be
black bolt wherever you may find
yourself. Oh! SO much easier than to
pretend to forget!
But you must rally from your grief
and despair, unless you are willing to
lose (beside that which you have al
ready losD all else the world can give
you, love, friendship, even liking.
we are taught that persistent grief
is rebellion against Providence. At all
events your fellow beings like you to
be cheerful, alert. unwounded. The
world is not unfeeling, nor are friends
coldhearted; but each mans burden is
about as much as he can bear, and he
does not care to be told too often how
other peoples backs and hearts ache.
Ledger.