The St. Johns herald., 1889-08-29
GRIN AND BEAR IT.
Bob Burdette Gives Some of His Gooa
 Advice to 2 Young Man.

thing has happened that d4dn and doesn't agree with you. Were 70.
 neglected in the invitations? Didn't you get on any Of the committees: Were you overlooked in the conyen- ton? Hasn't the secretary written you personal letter asking your ad- vice upon the campaign? Have you been coldly passed over for men of less ability? Do you feel that an intention al slight has been put upon you? Can you see clearly that every thing is going wrong because you have not been consulted? Have you been di- rectly snubbed by inferior people? l thought as much. At your time of life such things are very liable to oc- cur. They used to happen with me now and then. You will grow wiser as you grow older, unless you take the other chute; then you will grow more fool ish, and there is only one cure for all old fool, my boy-that is, death. Or dinary death won't cure him, eithe".
 Though thou shouldest bray him in a mortar among wheat with a pestle. yet will not his foolishness depart from him." See how awfully dead he has to be killed! Smashing him only makes him worse.
 But now, if any or all of these sights have been put upon you, listen to me, my tender Telemachus. Don't show your sores. Oh, don't show your sores. They are not pleasant things to look at, nobody wants to see them and they will heal much more rapidly and nat urally and healthfully, if you don { expose them. Keep them covered. Don't show them to any body but your surgeon, and don't show them to him unless you have to. And, don't look at them yourself. Leave them alone under the healing plasters of time and the cool congresses of forgetfulness. and you'll be surprised some day when you do happen to think of them, to find that they have healed by the first intention without @ scar. Don't tell people when you are hurt; don't tel every body how keenly you feel slight when, perhaps, there was no slight intended. Don't get yourself snubbed by people who never see you, and who don't know you and never think of you. And if you really are hit, and hit hard, it beliltle5 your manhood and it drives away human sympathy when you lift up your voice and howl On the streets. Keep quiet about it. Don't whine; don't yell. One day, at the investment of Vicksburg-it was on the memorable 22d of May-duriDg a luil in the desultory skirmishing that preceded the assault, while was lying close to the surface of the great round globe which we inhabit, and wishing could get a little closer to it. we he,Trtl a tremendous bowling and shrieking, and down the dusty road from the front came blue-iacketed slzirmisher on the trot, holding one hand up in the other, and the hand hc was holding up had no thumb on it. It hurt like the mischief. l have nc doubt, but It was only a thumb after all and how the fellow was bowling about it. He was a brave man or he wouldn't have been where he could have lost that thumb. Butyou would think it was the only thumb in the whole United States army and that no one else on the skirmish line had been hit that morning. So the soldiers saw only the funny side of the picture, and perfect chorus of howls, in vociferous imitation of tho mans own walls, went shrieking up from the sarcastic line of the men who were waiting their turn to face death. In minute another soldier came walking back from the skirmish line. He was walk ing slowly and steadily, never a moan fell from his compressed lips, though they were winter than his bronzed face, and he held his hand against hi, breast. The silence of the death chamber fell upon the line in an in stant, as the figure of the soldier moved along tho road with the air O! a conqueror. Half a dozen men sprang to his side. Tenderly they laid him down in the shadow of great oak: his lips parted to speak a mes sage to some one 8 thousand mile: away, and the line was short one man for the coming assault. lie died of hi. hurt; but he died like 8 king. Oh, my boy! don't yell the lungs out O. you over a mashed thumb, when only three files down the lines soldier sa- lutes his captain before he faces abou to go to the rear with 8 death bullet 1T his breast You can't help gettine hurt. There isn't a safe place in tn whole line. There are cruel people il the world who love to wound us; ther, are thoughtless, needless people whc don't think; there are people who don care, and there are thick-skinned peo- pie, who are not easily hurt them selves, and they think mankind i3 thick-hided race; in fact, the air is full of darts and arrows and singing bullets all the time, and it's danger