DeSoto times. (Hernando, Miss.) 1879-1898, 1890-08-21
SOME OF LIFE'S CROSSES.
To a Certain Extent Every Mortal Is
Something of a Micawber.

Pills! Corns! Chilblains.
Widows who want beaux. Young
men who insist on courting girls who
want some other young men.
Toothache, soggy bread, tough beef
steak, poor relations, muddy streets,
smoking chimneys, bursted water-pipes,
plumbers, lightning-rod men, gentle
men who want to make contracts for
sewing.machines, organ-grinders
Rich old aunts, who never die until
they are ninety, and then will their
money to lunatic asylum, so that you
never can receive any benefit from your
lifelong expectations, unless you turn
yourself into maniac and get boarded
at the institution aforesaid.
Life's crosses take a great many
FORMS They march along day by day,
just as fast as you can bear them; and
you may fight them and rail at them
and swear at them, if you like, but you
can not get rid of them.
All the money in the world will not
save you from the troubles which living
entails. If you are born into this state
of existence, and you can not very we'll
help it, if it be so decreed, you must
suffer its Inconvenience.
You must deal with flies and mos
quitoes, and March winds, and house
cleaning, and fires that won't burn, and
the pump frozen up; and you wife's 81
told you so, and your husbands That's
just like woman"
You must meet and conquer, or die in
the attempt, difficulties innumerable--.
the contribution every Sunday for the
heather in Asia, and the same thing
two or three times a week for the
heathen at some other point of the an
tipodes.
And if you are an honest man, you
will save up your dimes with holes in
them for such interesting occasions
For it is we'll known that the contri-
bution-box never refuses any thing
offered.
You will have to bear with your neigh
bor's hens in your fower-garden; with
dogs that bark in the next yard to keep
away burglars; with the musical efforts
of itinerary tom-cats; with children
which come a-visiting; with people who
know your business best; with long
winded sermons; Without why 90 on?
We have all been there, and we know
howitis. We know that very little Of the
machinery Of this world runs to suit our
have picnic; it shines when We have
set out our tomatoes and cabbage plants;
it thaws and spoils the sleighing when
that genteel Mr.. Jones has invited us to
a ride; it freezes when the fire goes out
in the furnace, and all our plants are
ruined; and it rains, pouring, the first
time we wear our new summer silk, and
that silk is reduced to the condition of
q mere dish-rag.
Somebody else draws the prize in the
fair, where we have a ticket-somebody
else gets the "beautiful mOsS-rOse tea
set. valued at fifty dollars, which is
given away to purchasers of "our supe'
rior teas and coffees;" and the stocks we
purchase in that wonderful silver-mine
go down to nothing week after we get
the certificates.
We have aches and pains and
"ologies," and monies" and disorgani
cation generally, and we get out o.
patience, and we wish we never hac
been born, but we can't help it; and
after all, the most afflicted and the
heaviest cross-bearing man in the
world had rather bear on little longer
in the hope that something better may
turn up. We are all Micawbers.-N. Y
! IIndrer.